“And what will you do in that case?” “I shall pass through those who attack me.” “And suppose you cannot pass through them?” “So much the worse for them; I shall pass over them.” “And you will place the king and queen in safety also, at Saint Germain?” “Yes.” “On your life?” “On my life.” “You are a hero, my friend,” said Mazarin, gazing at the musketeer with admiration. D’Artagnan smiled. “And I?” asked Mazarin, after a moment’s silence. “How? and you, my lord?” “If I wish to leave?” “That would be much more difficult.” “Why so?” “Your eminence might be recognized.” “Even under this disguise?” asked Mazarin, raising a cloak which covered an arm-chair, upon which lay a complete dress for an officer, of pearl-gray and red, entirely embroidered with silver. “If your eminence is disguised it will be almost easy.” “Ah!” said Mazarin, breathing more freely. “But it will be necessary for your eminence to do what the other day you declared you should have done in our place—cry, ‘Down with Mazarin!’” “I will: ‘Down with Mazarin’” “In French, in good French, my lord, take care of your accent; they killed six thousand Angevins in Sicily because they pronounced Italian badly. Take care that the French do not take their revenge on you for the Sicilian vespers.” “I will do my best.” “The streets are full of armed men,” continued D’Artagnan. “Are you sure that no one is aware of the queen’s project?” Mazarin reflected. “This affair would give a fine opportunity for a traitor, my lord; the chance of being attacked would be an excuse for everything.” Mazarin shuddered, but he reflected that a man who had the least intention to betray would not warn first. “And therefore,” added he, quietly, “I have not confidence in every one; the proof of which is, that I have fixed upon you to escort me.” “Shall you not go with the queen?” “No,” replied Mazarin. “Then you will start after the queen?” “No,” said Mazarin again. “Ah!” said D’Artagnan, who began to understand. “Yes,” continued the cardinal. “I have my plan. With the queen I double her risk; after the queen her departure would double mine; then, the court once safe, I might be forgotten. The great are often ungrateful.” “Very true,” said D’Artagnan, fixing his eyes, in spite of himself, on the queen’s diamond, which Mazarin wore on his finger. Mazarin followed the direction of his eyes and gently turned the hoop of the ring inside. “I wish,” he said, with his cunning smile, “to prevent them from being ungrateful to me.” “It is but Christian charity,” replied D’Artagnan, “not to lead one’s neighbors into temptation.” “It is exactly for that reason,” said Mazarin, “that I wish to start _before_ them.” D’Artagnan smiled—he was just the man to understand the astute Italian. Mazarin saw the smile and profited by the moment. “You will begin, therefore, by taking me first out of Paris, will you not, my dear M. d’Artagnan?”