Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Swordsmen -- Fiction
He was the friend of the king, who honored highly, as everyone knows,
the memory of his father, Henry IV. The father of M. de Tréville had
served him so faithfully in his wars against the league that in default
of money—a thing to which the Béarnais was accustomed all his life, and
who constantly paid his debts with that of which he never stood in need
of borrowing, that is to say, with ready wit—in default of money, we
repeat, he authorized him, after the reduction of Paris, to assume for
his arms a golden lion passant upon gules, with the motto _Fidelis et
fortis_. This was a great matter in the way of honor, but very little
in the way of wealth; so that when the illustrious companion of the
great Henry died, the only inheritance he was able to leave his son was
his sword and his motto. Thanks to this double gift and the spotless
name that accompanied it, M. de Tréville was admitted into the
household of the young prince where he made such good use of his sword,
and was so faithful to his motto, that Louis XIII., one of the good
blades of his kingdom, was accustomed to say that if he had a friend
who was about to fight, he would advise him to choose as a second,
himself first, and Tréville next—or even, perhaps, before himself.
Thus Louis XIII. had a real liking for Tréville—a royal liking, a
self-interested liking, it is true, but still a liking. At that unhappy
period it was an important consideration to be surrounded by such men
as Tréville. Many might take for their device the epithet _strong_,
which formed the second part of his motto, but very few gentlemen could
lay claim to the _faithful_, which constituted the first. Tréville was
one of these latter. His was one of those rare organizations, endowed
with an obedient intelligence like that of the dog; with a blind valor,
a quick eye, and a prompt hand; to whom sight appeared only to be given
to see if the king were dissatisfied with anyone, and the hand to
strike this displeasing personage, whether a Besme, a Maurevers, a
Poltiot de Méré, or a Vitry. In short, up to this period nothing had
been wanting to Tréville but opportunity; but he was ever on the watch
for it, and he faithfully promised himself that he would not fail to
seize it by its three hairs whenever it came within reach of his hand.
At last Louis XIII. made Tréville the captain of his Musketeers, who
were to Louis XIII. in devotedness, or rather in fanaticism, what his
Ordinaries had been to Henry III., and his Scotch Guard to Louis XI.
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