France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction; Fronde -- Fiction
In all this there was an appearance of peace and tranquillity; but it
was the tranquillity of the mine, which a spark is soon to change into
a destructive tempest.
The eyes of all were fixed with special intentness upon Guitaut, for
from him was to come the explosion which was awaited with such diverse
emotions.
The army likewise was in a state of painful suspense; and the messenger
had no sooner stepped ashore upon the left bank of the Dordogne and
been recognized than every eye was turned upon him. Monsieur de La
Meilleraie, as soon as he caught sight of him, left the group of
officers in the centre of which he was standing, and went to meet him.
Guitaut and the marshal talked together for a few seconds. Although
the river was quite wide at that point, and although the distance was
considerable between the royal party and the two officers, it was not
so great that the surprised expression upon the marshal's face could
not be detected. It was evident that the order conveyed to him seemed
ill-advised and unseasonable, and he looked doubtfully toward the group
in which the queen could be distinguished. But Anne of Austria, who
understood his thought, made so imperative a gesture with both head and
hand that the marshal, who knew his imperious sovereign of old, bent
his head in token of acquiescence, if not of approbation.
Instantly, at a word from him, three or four captains, who exercised
the functions of _aides-de-camp_ of the present day, leaped into
the saddle and galloped away in three or four different directions.
Wherever they went the work of pitching the camp, which had just been
begun, was at once broken off, and at the beat of the drums and the
shrill call of the bugles, the soldiers let fall the armfuls of straw
they were carrying, and the hammers with which they were driving in
the tent-stakes. All ran to their weapons, which were stacked in due
order; the grenadiers seized their muskets, the common soldiers their
pikes, the artillerymen their various instruments; for a moment there
was incredible confusion, caused by all these men running in all
directions; but gradually order succeeded chaos, and every man was in
his proper place,--the grenadiers in the centre, the king's household
on the right, the artillery on the left; the drums and trumpets were
silent.
A single drum was heard behind the intrenchments; then it too ceased
and deathlike silence prevailed.
Suddenly an order was given in a clear, sharp tone. The queen was too
far away to hear the words, but she saw the troops form instantly in
columns; she drew her handkerchief and waved it, while the young king
cried excitedly, stamping upon the ground: "Forward! forward!"
The army replied with a shout of "Vive le roi!" The artillery set off
at a gallop, and took up its position upon a slight elevation, and the
columns moved forward as the drums beat the charge.
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