D’Artagnan saluted, went out and hastened to repeat to his friend Mazarin’s flattering promises, which gave Porthos an indescribable happiness. Chapter LI. The Flight. When D’Artagnan returned to the Palais Royal at five o’clock, it presented, in spite of the excitement which reigned in the town, a spectacle of the greatest rejoicing. Nor was that surprising. The queen had restored Broussel and Blancmesnil to the people and had therefore nothing to fear, since the people had nothing more just then to ask for. The return, also, of the conqueror of Lens was the pretext for giving a grand banquet. The princes and princesses were invited and their carriages had crowded the court since noon; then after dinner the queen was to have a play in her apartment. Anne of Austria had never appeared more brilliant than on that day—radiant with grace and wit. Mazarin disappeared as they rose from table. He found D’Artagnan waiting for him already at his post in the ante-room. The cardinal advanced to him with a smile and taking him by the hand led him into his study. “My dear M. d’Artagnan,” said the minister, sitting down, “I am about to give you the greatest proof of confidence that a minister can give an officer.” “I hope,” said D’Artagnan, bowing, “that you give it, my lord, without hesitation and with the conviction that I am worthy of it.” “More worthy than any one in Paris my dear friend; therefore I apply to you. We are about to leave this evening,” continued Mazarin. “My dear M. d’Artagnan, the welfare of the state is deposited in your hands.” He paused. “Explain yourself, my lord, I am listening.” “The queen has resolved to make a little excursion with the king to Saint Germain.” “Aha!” said D’Artagnan, “that is to say, the queen wishes to leave Paris.” “A woman’s caprice—you understand.” “Yes, I understand perfectly,” said D’Artagnan. “It was for this she summoned you this morning and that she told you to return at five o’clock.” “Was it worth while to wish me to swear this morning that I would mention the appointment to no one?” muttered D’Artagnan. “Oh, women! women! whether queens or not, they are always the same.” “Do you disapprove of this journey, my dear M. d’Artagnan?” asked Mazarin, anxiously. “I, my lord?” said D’Artagnan; “why should I?” “Because you shrug your shoulders.” “It is a way I have of speaking to myself. I neither approve nor disapprove, my lord; I merely await your commands.” “Good; it is you, accordingly, that I have pitched upon to conduct the king and the queen to Saint Germain.” “Liar!” thought D’Artagnan. “You see, therefore,” continued the cardinal, perceiving D’Artagnan’s composure, “that, as I have told you, the welfare of the state is placed in your hands.” “Yes, my lord, and I feel the whole responsibility of such a charge.” “You accept, however?” “I always accept.” “Do you think the thing possible?” “Everything is possible.” “Shall you be attacked on the road?” “Probably.”