France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
"Send Captain Cauvignac hither," said Lenet.
An instant after, our old acquaintance appeared in the doorway; but,
prudent as always, there he halted.
"Come hither, captain," said the duke; "I am Monsieur le Duc de La
Rochefoucauld."
"I know you perfectly well, monseigneur," said Cauvignac.
"Ah! so much the better, then. You received a commission to raise a
company?"
"It is raised."
"How many men have you at your disposal?"
"A hundred and fifty."
"Well armed and equipped?"
"Well armed, poorly equipped. I looked out for the weapons first of
all, as the most essential thing. As to their equipment, as I am a
very disinterested youth, and as I am moved principally by my affection
for Messieurs les Princes, I came rather short of money, Monsieur Lenet
having given me but ten thousand livres."
"You have enrolled a hundred and fifty men with ten thousand livres?"
"Yes, monseigneur."
"That's a marvellous achievement."
"I have methods known to myself alone, monseigneur, to which I have
resorted."
"Where are your men?"
"They are here; you will see a fine company, monseigneur, especially in
respect to their morals,--all men of rank; not a single nobody among
them."
Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld walked to the window, and saw in the
street a hundred and fifty individuals of all ages, sizes, and
conditions, drawn up in two lines, and kept in place by Ferguzon,
Barrabas, Carrotel, and their two colleagues, arrayed in their most
magnificent attire. The rank and file resembled a party of bandits much
more nearly than a company of soldiers.
As Cauvignac had said, they were very much out at elbows, but
remarkably well armed.
"Have you received any orders concerning the place where your men are
to be stationed?" the duke inquired.
"I have been ordered to lead them to Vayres, and I am simply awaiting
the ratification of that order by Monsieur le Duc to turn over my
company to Monsieur Richon, who is expecting its arrival."
"But do not you remain at Vayres with them?"
"My principles, monseigneur, forbid my ever doing such a foolish thing
as to shut myself up within four walls, when I am at liberty to go
where I please. I was born to lead the life of the patriarchs."
"Very good; go where you choose; but despatch your men to Vayres as
soon as possible."
"Then they are really to form part of the garrison of that place?"
"Yes."
"Under Monsieur Richon's orders?"
"Yes."
"But, monseigneur, what are my men to do in the fort, where there are
already about three hundred men?"
"You are very inquisitive."
"Oh! it's not mere curiosity that makes me ask, monseigneur; it is
fear."
"What are you afraid of?"
"That they will be condemned to inaction, which would be a great pity;
any man makes a mistake who allows a good weapon to rust."
"Don't be alarmed, captain, they won't rust; in a week they will have a
chance to fight."
"In that case they may be killed!"
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