Adventure stories; France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
“And I,” said a second, “I, by chance, had an uncle who directed the
works of the port of La Rochelle. When quite a child, I played about
the boats, and I know how to handle an oar or a sail as well as the
best Ponantais sailor.” The latter did not lie much more than the
first, for he had rowed on board his majesty’s galleys six years, at
Ciotat. Two others were more frank: they confessed honestly that they
had served on board a vessel as soldiers as punishment, and did not
blush for it. D’Artagnan found himself, then, the leader of ten men of
war and four sailors, having at once an land army and a sea force,
which would have carried the pride of Planchet to its height, if
Planchet had known the details.
Nothing was now left but arranging the general orders, and D’Artagnan
gave them with precision. He enjoined his men to be ready to set out
for the Hague, some following the coast which leads to Breskens, others
the road to Antwerp. The rendezvous was given, by calculating each
day’s march, a fortnight from that time, upon the chief place at the
Hague. D’Artagnan recommended his men to go in couples, as they liked
best, from sympathy. He himself selected from among those with the
least disreputable look, two guards whom he had formerly known, and
whose only faults were being drunkards and gamblers. These men had not
entirely lost all ideas of civilization, and under proper garments
their hearts would beat again. D’Artagnan, not to create any jealousy
with the others, made the rest go forward. He kept his two selected
ones, clothed them from his own wardrobe, and set out with them.
It was to these two, whom he seemed to honor with an absolute
confidence, that D’Artagnan imparted a false secret, destined to secure
the success of the expedition. He confessed to them that the object was
not to learn to what extent French merchants were injured by English
smuggling, but to learn how far French smuggling could annoy English
trade. These men appeared convinced; they were effectively so.
D’Artagnan was quite sure that at the first debauch, when thoroughly
drunk, one of the two would divulge the secret to the whole band. His
game appeared infallible.
A fortnight after all we have said had taken place at Calais, the whole
troop assembled at the Hague.
Then D’Artagnan perceived that all his men, with remarkable
intelligence, had already travestied themselves into sailors, more or
less ill-treated by the sea. D’Artagnan left them to sleep in a den in
Newkerke street, whilst he lodged comfortably upon the Grand Canal. He
learned that the king of England had come back to his old ally, William
II. of Nassau, stadtholder of Holland. He learned also that the refusal
of Louis XIV. had a little cooled the protection afforded him up to
that time, and in consequence he had gone to reside in a little village
house at Scheveningen, situated in the downs, on the sea-shore, about a
league from the Hague.
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