France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
"Do you not know that he is a prisoner of war, that he was a captain,
that _he_ was commandant of a fortress, that he had the same titles
and the same rank as this unhappy Richon, and that the Bordelais will
avenge upon him the murder of the man whose murder you were responsible
for? For it's of no use for you to pretend that it was done according
to law, Monsieur le Duc; it was a downright murder!"
The duke, completely unhorsed by this apostrophe, by the fire of her
flashing eyes, and by her nervous, energetic gestures, turned pale, and
beat his breast.
"Oh! 't is true!" he cried, "'t is true! poor Canolles! I had forgotten
him!"
"My poor brother! my poor brother!" cried Nanon, happy to be at liberty
to give vent to her emotion, and bestowing upon her lover the title
under which Monsieur d'Épernon knew him.
_"Mordieu!_ you are right," said the duke, "and I have lost my wits.
How in God's name could I have forgotten the poor fellow? But nothing
is lost; they can hardly have heard the news at Bordeaux as yet; and it
will take time to assemble the court-martial, and to try him. Besides,
they will hesitate."
"Did the queen hesitate?" Nanon retorted.
"But the queen is the queen; she has the power of life and death. They
are rebels."
"Alas!" said Nanon, "that's an additional reason why they should not
stand on ceremony; but what do you mean to do? Tell me."
"I don't know yet, but rely on me."
"Oh!" cried Nanon, trying to rise, "if I have to go to Bordeaux myself,
and surrender myself in his place, he shall not die."
"Never fear, dear heart, this is my affair. I have caused the evil and
I will repair it, on the honor of a gentleman. The queen still has some
friends in the city, so do not you be disturbed."
The duke made her this promise from the bottom of his heart.
Nanon read in his eyes determination, sincerity, and good-will, and
her joy was so overpowering that she seized his hands, and said as she
pressed them to her burning lips:--
"Oh, Monseigneur, if you succeed, how I will love you!"
The duke was moved to tears; it was the first time that Nanon had ever
spoken to him so expansively or made him such a promise.
He at once rushed from the room, renewing his assurances to Nanon
that she had nothing to fear. Sending for one of his retainers, whose
shrewdness and trust-worthiness were well known to him, he bade him
go at once to Bordeaux, make his way into the city, even if he had
to scale the ramparts, and hand to Lavie, the advocate-general, the
following note, written from beginning to end by his own hand:--
"See to it that no harm comes to Monsieur de Canolles,
captain and commandant in his Majesty's service.
"If he has been arrested, as is probable, use all possible
means to set him free; bribe his keepers with whatever sum
they demand,--a million if need be,--and pledge the word of
Monsieur le Duc d'Épernon for the governorship of a royal
château.
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