France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
"Such a demonstration at this moment is out of the question," said
the princess; "it would injure us irreparably. Let us leave them both
in prison; we will take them out at the same time, one to be set at
liberty, the other to go to his death."
"But may I not at least see him, to set his mind at rest, to comfort
him?"
"To set his mind at rest?" said the princess; "my dear child, I think
that you have not the right; the reversal of the judgment would be
discovered and commented upon. No, it cannot be; be content to know
that he is safe. I will make known my decision to the two dukes."
"I will be patient, madame. Thanks! thanks!" cried Claire; and she fled
from the room, to weep at her ease, and thank God from the bottom of
her heart, which was overflowing with joy and gratitude.
XXII.
The two prisoners of war occupied two adjoining rooms in the same
fortress. The rooms were located on the ground-floor, which in most
prisons might properly be called the third floor; for prisons do not as
a general rule begin at the ground like houses, but have two stories of
underground dungeons.
Each door of the prison was guarded by a detachment of men selected
from among the princess's guards; but the crowd, having taken note of
the preparations which satisfied its thirst for vengeance, gradually
melted away from the neighborhood of the prison, whither it had hurried
upon learning that Canolles and Cauvignac had been taken there.
Whereupon the guards who were stationed in the inner corridor, rather
to protect the prisoners from the popular fury than from any fear of
their escaping, left their posts, and thenceforth the ordinary sentries
were simply doubled.
The people, finding that there was nothing more to be seen where
they were, naturally betook themselves to the spot where executions
generally took place,--the Esplanade, to wit. The words tossed down to
them from the council-hall were instantly circulated throughout the
city, and every one drew his own conclusions from them. But the one
thing about which there could be no doubt was that there would be a
spectacle of horrible interest that same night, or on the following
day at latest; it was an additional fascination for them not to know
precisely what to look forward to.
Artisans, tradesmen, women, and children hurried toward the ramparts,
and as it was quite dark and the moon would not rise until about
midnight, many carried torches in their hands. Almost all the windows
were open, too, and many people had placed torches or lamps on
the window-sills, as they were accustomed to do on fête-days. But
the ominous muttering of the crowd, the terrified glances of the
sightseers, and the frequent passage of patrols on foot and mounted,
afforded sufficient evidence that it was no ordinary fête for which
such lugubrious preparations were being made.
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