Adventure and adventurers -- Fiction; France -- History -- Louis XIII, 1610-1643 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Swordsmen -- Fiction
“As to the man to be depended upon, I have him under my hand,
monsieur,” said M. Dessessart, pointing to D’Artagnan; “and as to the
four or five volunteers, Monsieur has but to make his intentions known,
and the men will not be wanting.”
“Four men of good will who will risk being killed with me!” said
D’Artagnan, raising his sword.
Two of his comrades of the Guards immediately sprang forward, and two
other soldiers having joined them, the number was deemed sufficient.
D’Artagnan declined all others, being unwilling to take the first
chance from those who had the priority.
It was not known whether, after the taking of the bastion, the
Rochellais had evacuated it or left a garrison in it; the object then
was to examine the place near enough to verify the reports.
D’Artagnan set out with his four companions, and followed the trench;
the two Guards marched abreast with him, and the two soldiers followed
behind.
They arrived thus, screened by the lining of the trench, till they came
within a hundred paces of the bastion. There, on turning round,
D’Artagnan perceived that the two soldiers had disappeared.
He thought that, beginning to be afraid, they had stayed behind, and he
continued to advance.
At the turning of the counterscarp they found themselves within about
sixty paces of the bastion. They saw no one, and the bastion seemed
abandoned.
The three composing our forlorn hope were deliberating whether they
should proceed any further, when all at once a circle of smoke
enveloped the giant of stone, and a dozen balls came whistling around
D’Artagnan and his companions.
They knew all they wished to know; the bastion was guarded. A longer
stay in this dangerous spot would have been useless imprudence.
D’Artagnan and his two companions turned their backs, and commenced a
retreat which resembled a flight.
On arriving at the angle of the trench which was to serve them as a
rampart, one of the Guardsmen fell. A ball had passed through his
breast. The other, who was safe and sound, continued his way toward the
camp.
D’Artagnan was not willing to abandon his companion thus, and stooped
to raise him and assist him in regaining the lines; but at this moment
two shots were fired. One ball struck the head of the already-wounded
guard, and the other flattened itself against a rock, after having
passed within two inches of D’Artagnan.
The young man turned quickly round, for this attack could not have come
from the bastion, which was hidden by the angle of the trench. The idea
of the two soldiers who had abandoned him occurred to his mind, and
with them he remembered the assassins of two evenings before. He
resolved this time to know with whom he had to deal, and fell upon the
body of his comrade as if he were dead.
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