Chapter I. The Prisoner.

by Alexandre Dumas

　　Since Aramis's singular transformation into a confessor of the order,Baisemeaux was no longer the same man. Up to that period, the placewhich Aramis had held in the worthy governor's estimation was that of aprelate whom he respected and a friend to whom he owed a debt ofgratitude; but now he felt himself an inferior, and that Aramis was hismaster. He himself lighted a lantern, summoned a turnkey, and said,returning to Aramis, "I am at your orders, monseigneur." Aramis merelynodded his head, as much as to say, "Very good"; and signed to him withhis hand to lead the way. Baisemeaux advanced, and Aramis followed him.It was a calm and lovely starlit night; the steps of three men resoundedon the flags of the terraces, and the clinking of the keys hanging fromthe jailer's girdle made itself heard up to the stories of the towers, asif to remind the prisoners that the liberty of earth was a luxury beyondtheir reach. It might have been said that the alteration effected inBaisemeaux extended even to the prisoners. The turnkey, the same who, onAramis's first arrival had shown himself so inquisitive and curious, wasnow not only silent, but impassible. He held his head down, and seemedafraid to keep his ears open. In this wise they reached the basement ofthe Bertaudiere, the two first stories of which were mounted silently andsomewhat slowly; for Baisemeaux, though far from disobeying, was far fromexhibiting any eagerness to obey. On arriving at the door, Baisemeauxshowed a disposition to enter the prisoner's chamber; but Aramis,stopping him on the threshold, said, "The rules do not allow the governorto hear the prisoner's confession."Baisemeaux bowed, and made way for Aramis, who took the lantern andentered; and then signed to them to close the door behind him. For aninstant he remained standing, listening whether Baisemeaux and theturnkey had retired; but as soon as he was assured by the sound of theirdescending footsteps that they had left the tower, he put the lantern onthe table and gazed around. On a bed of green serge, similar in allrespect to the other beds in the Bastile, save that it was newer, andunder curtains half-drawn, reposed a young man, to whom we have alreadyonce before introduced Aramis. According to custom, the prisoner waswithout a light. At the hour of curfew, he was bound to extinguish hislamp, and we perceive how much he was favored, in being allowed to keepit burning even till then. Near the bed a large leathern armchair, withtwisted legs, sustained his clothes. A little table - without pens,books, paper, or ink - stood neglected in sadness near the window; whileseveral plates, still unemptied, showed that the prisoner had scarcelytouched his evening meal. Aramis saw that the young man was stretchedupon his bed, his face half concealed by his arms. The arrival of avisitor did not caused any change of position; either he was waiting inexpectation, or was asleep. Aramis lighted the candle from the lantern,pushed back the armchair, and approached the bed with an evident mixtureof interest and respect. The young man raised his head. "What is it?"said he."You desired a confessor?" replied Aramis."Yes.""Because you were ill?""Yes.""Very ill?"The young man gave Aramis a piercing glance, and answered, "I thankyou." After a moment's silence, "I have seen you before," he continued.Aramis bowed.Doubtless the scrutiny the prisoner had just made of the cold, crafty,and imperious character stamped upon the features of the bishop of Vanneswas little reassuring to one in his situation, for he added, "I ambetter.""And so?" said Aramis."Why, then - being better, I have no longer the same need of a confessor,I think.""Not even of the hair-cloth, which the note you found in your breadinformed you of?"The young man started; but before he had either assented or denied,Aramis continued, "Not even of the ecclesiastic from whom you were tohear an important revelation?""If it be so," said the young man, sinking again on his pillow, "it isdifferent; I am listening."Aramis then looked at him more closely, and was struck with the easymajesty of his mien, one which can never be acquired unless Heaven hasimplanted it in the blood or heart. "Sit down, monsieur," said theprisoner.Aramis bowed and obeyed. "How does the Bastile agree with you?" askedthe bishop."Very well.""You do not suffer?""No.""You have nothing to regret?""Nothing.""Not even your liberty?""What do you call liberty, monsieur?" asked the prisoner, with the toneof a man who is preparing for a struggle."I call liberty, the flowers, the air, light, the stars, the happiness ofgoing whithersoever the sinewy limbs of one-and-twenty chance to wish tocarry you."The young man smiled, whether in resignation or contempt, it wasdifficult to tell. "Look," said he, "I have in that Japanese vase tworoses gathered yesterday evening in the bud from the governor's garden;this morning they have blown and spread their vermilion chalice beneathmy gaze; with every opening petal they unfold the treasures of theirperfumes, filling my chamber with a fragrance that embalms it. Look nowon these two roses; even among roses these are beautiful, and the rose isthe most beautiful of flowers. Why, then, do you bid me desire otherflowers when I possess the loveliest of all?"Aramis gazed at the young man in surprise."If flowers constitute liberty," sadly resumed the captive, "I am free,for I possess them.""But the air!" cried Aramis; "air is so necessary to life!""Well, monsieur," returned the prisoner; "draw near to the window; it isopen. Between high heaven and earth the wind whirls on its waftages ofhail and lightning, exhales its torrid mist or breathes in gentlebreezes. It caresses my face. When mounted on the back of thisarmchair, with my arm around the bars of the window to sustain myself, Ifancy I am swimming the wide expanse before me." The countenance ofAramis darkened as the young man continued: "Light I have! what is betterthan light? I have the sun, a friend who comes to visit me every daywithout the permission of the governor or the jailer's company. He comesin at the window, and traces in my room a square the shape of the window,which lights up the hangings of my bed and floods the very floor. Thisluminous square increases from ten o'clock till midday, and decreasesfrom one till three slowly, as if, having hastened to my presence, itsorrowed at bidding me farewell. When its last ray disappears I haveenjoyed its presence for five hours. Is not that sufficient? I havebeen told that there are unhappy beings who dig in quarries, and laborerswho toil in mines, who never behold it at all." Aramis wiped the dropsfrom his brow. "As to the stars which are so delightful to view,"continued the young man, "they all resemble each other save in size andbrilliancy. I am a favored mortal, for if you had not lighted thatcandle you would have been able to see the beautiful stars which I wasgazing at from my couch before your arrival, whose silvery rays werestealing through my brain."Aramis lowered his head; he felt himself overwhelmed with the bitter flowof that sinister philosophy which is the religion of the captive."So much, then, for the flowers, the air, the daylight, and the stars,"tranquilly continued the young man; "there remains but exercise. Do Inot walk all day in the governor's garden if it is fine - here if itrains? in the fresh air if it is warm; in perfect warmth, thanks to mywinter stove, if it be cold? Ah! monsieur, do you fancy," continued theprisoner, not without bitterness, "that men have not done everything forme that a man can hope for or desire?""Men!" said Aramis; "be it so; but it seems to me you are forgettingHeaven.""Indeed I have forgotten Heaven," murmured the prisoner, with emotion;"but why do you mention it? Of what use is it to talk to a prisoner ofHeaven?"Aramis looked steadily at this singular youth, who possessed theresignation of a martyr with the smile of an atheist. "Is not Heaven ineverything?" he murmured in a reproachful tone."Say rather, at the end of everything," answered the prisoner, firmly."Be it so," said Aramis; "but let us return to our starting-point.""I ask nothing better," returned the young man."I am your confessor.""Yes.""Well, then, you ought, as a penitent, to tell me the truth.""My whole desire is to tell it you.""Every prisoner has committed some crime for which he has beenimprisoned. What crime, then, have you committed?""You asked me the same question the first time you saw me," returned theprisoner."And then, as now you evaded giving me an answer.""And what reason have you for thinking that I shall now reply to you?""Because this time I am your confessor.""Then if you wish me to tell what crime I have committed, explain to mein what a crime consists. For as my conscience does not accuse me, Iaver that I am not a criminal.""We are often criminals in the sight of the great of the earth, not alonefor having ourselves committed crimes, but because we know that crimeshave been committed."The prisoner manifested the deepest attention."Yes, I understand you," he said, after a pause; "yes, you are right,monsieur; it is very possible that, in such a light, I am a criminal inthe eyes of the great of the earth.""Ah! then you know something," said Aramis, who thought he had piercednot merely through a defect in the harness, but through the joints of it."No, I am not aware of anything," replied the young man; "but sometimes Ithink - and I say to myself - ""What do you say to yourself?""That if I were to think but a little more deeply I should either go mador I should divine a great deal.""And then - and then?" said Aramis, impatiently."Then I leave off.""You leave off?""Yes; my head becomes confused and my ideas melancholy; I feel ennuiovertaking me; I wish - ""What?""I don't know; but I do not like to give myself up to longing for thingswhich I do not possess, when I am so happy with what I have.""You are afraid of death?" said Aramis, with a slight uneasiness."Yes," said the young man, smiling.Aramis felt the chill of that smile, and shuddered. "Oh, as you feardeath, you know more about matters than you say," he cried."And you," returned the prisoner, "who bade me to ask to see you; you,who, when I did ask to see you, came here promising a world ofconfidence; how is it that, nevertheless, it is you who are silent,leaving it for me to speak? Since, then, we both wear masks, either letus both retain them or put them aside together."Aramis felt the force and justice of the remark, saying to himself, "Thisis no ordinary man; I must be cautious. - Are you ambitious?" said hesuddenly to the prisoner, aloud, without preparing him for the alteration."What do you mean by ambitious?" replied the youth."Ambition," replied Aramis, "is the feeling which prompts a man to desiremore - much more - than he possesses.""I said that I was contented, monsieur; but, perhaps, I deceive myself.I am ignorant of the nature of ambition; but it is not impossible I mayhave some. Tell me your mind; that is all I ask.""An ambitious man," said Aramis, "is one who covets that which is beyondhis station.""I covet nothing beyond my station," said the young man, with anassurance of manner which for the second time made the bishop of Vannestremble.He was silent. But to look at the kindling eye, the knitted brow, andthe reflective attitude of the captive, it was evident that he expectedsomething more than silence, - a silence which Aramis now broke. "Youlied the first time I saw you," said he."Lied!" cried the young man, starting up on his couch, with such a tonein his voice, and such a lightning in his eyes, that Aramis recoiled, inspite of himself."I should say," returned Aramis, bowing, "you concealed from me whatyou knew of your infancy.""A man's secrets are his own, monsieur," retorted the prisoner, "and notat the mercy of the first chance-comer.""True," said Aramis, bowing still lower than before, "'tis true; pardonme, but to-day do I still occupy the place of a chance-comer? I beseechyou to reply, monseigneur."This title slightly disturbed the prisoner; but nevertheless he did notappear astonished that it was given him. "I do not know you, monsieur,"said he."Oh, but if I dared, I would take your hand and kiss it!"The young man seemed as if he were going to give Aramis his hand; but thelight which beamed in his eyes faded away, and he coldly anddistrustfully withdrew his hand again. "Kiss the hand of a prisoner," hesaid, shaking his head, "to what purpose?""Why did you tell me," said Aramis, "that you were happy here? Why, thatyou aspired to nothing? Why, in a word, by thus speaking, do you preventme from being frank in my turn?"The same light shone a third time in the young man's eyes, but diedineffectually away as before."You distrust me," said Aramis."And why say you so, monsieur?""Oh, for a very simple reason; if you know what you ought to know, youought to mistrust everybody.""Then do not be astonished that I am mistrustful, since you suspect me ofknowing what I do not know."Aramis was struck with admiration at this energetic resistance. "Oh,monseigneur! you drive me to despair," said he, striking the armchairwith his fist."And, on my part, I do not comprehend you, monsieur.""Well, then, try to understand me." The prisoner looked fixedly atAramis."Sometimes it seems to me," said the latter, "that I have before me theman whom I seek, and then - ""And then your man disappears, - is it not so?" said the prisoner,smiling. "So much the better."Aramis rose. "Certainly," said he; "I have nothing further to say to aman who mistrusts me as you do.""And I, monsieur," said the prisoner, in the same tone, "have nothing tosay to a man who will not understand that a prisoner ought to bemistrustful of everybody.""Even of his old friends," said Aramis. "Oh, monseigneur, you are tooprudent!""Of my old friends? - you one of my old friends, - you?""Do you no longer remember," said Aramis, "that you once saw, in thevillage where your early years were spent - ""Do you know the name of the village?" asked the prisoner."Noisy-le-Sec, monseigneur," answered Aramis, firmly."Go on," said the young man, with an immovable aspect."Stay, monseigneur," said Aramis; "if you are positively resolved tocarry on this game, let us break off. I am here to tell you many things,'tis true; but you must allow me to see that, on your side, you have adesire to know them. Before revealing the important matters I stillwithhold, be assured I am in need of some encouragement, if not candor; alittle sympathy, if not confidence. But you keep yourself intrenched ina pretended which paralyzes me. Oh, not for the reason you think; for,ignorant as you may be, or indifferent as you feign to be, you are nonethe less what you are, monseigneur, and there is nothing - nothing, markme! which can cause you not to be so.""I promise you," replied the prisoner, "to hear you without impatience.Only it appears to me that I have a right to repeat the question I havealready asked, 'Who are you?'""Do you remember, fifteen or eighteen years ago, seeing at Noisy-le-Sec acavalier, accompanied by a lady in black silk, with flame-colored ribbonsin her hair?""Yes," said the young man; "I once asked the name of this cavalier, andthey told me that he called himself the Abbe d'Herblay. I was astonishedthat the abbe had so warlike an air, and they replied that there wasnothing singular in that, seeing that he was one of Louis XIII.'smusketeers.""Well," said Aramis, "that musketeer and abbe, afterwards bishop ofVannes, is your confessor now.""I know it; I recognized you.""Then, monseigneur, if you know that, I must further add a fact of whichyou are ignorant - that if the king were to know this evening of thepresence of this musketeer, this abbe, this bishop, this confessor,here - he, who has risked everything to visit you, to-morrow wouldbehold the steely glitter of the executioner's axe in a dungeon moregloomy, more obscure than yours."While listening to these words, delivered with emphasis, the young manhad raised himself on his couch, and was now gazing more and more eagerlyat Aramis.The result of his scrutiny was that he appeared to derive some confidencefrom it. "Yes," he murmured, "I remember perfectly. The woman of whomyou speak came once with you, and twice afterwards with another." Hehesitated."With another, who came to see you every month - is it not so,monseigneur?""Yes.""Do you know who this lady was?"The light seemed ready to flash from the prisoner's eyes. "I am awarethat she was one of the ladies of the court," he said."You remember that lady well, do you not?""Oh, my recollection can hardly be very confused on this head, " said theyoung prisoner. "I saw that lady once with a gentleman about forty-fiveyears old. I saw her once with you, and with the lady dressed in black.I have seen her twice since then with the same person. These fourpeople, with my master, and old Perronnette, my jailer, and the governorof the prison, are the only persons with whom I have ever spoken, and,indeed, almost the only persons I have ever seen.""Then you were in prison?""If I am a prisoner here, then I was comparatively free, although in avery narrow sense - a house I never quitted, a garden surrounded withwalls I could not climb, these constituted my residence, but you know it,as you have been there. In a word, being accustomed to live within thesebounds, I never cared to leave them. And so you will understand,monsieur, that having never seen anything of the world, I have nothingleft to care for; and therefore, if you relate anything, you will beobliged to explain each item to me as you go along.""And I will do so," said Aramis, bowing; "for it is my duty, monseigneur.""Well, then, begin by telling me who was my tutor.""A worthy and, above all, an honorable gentleman, monseigneur; fit guidefor both body and soul. Had you ever any reason to complain of him?""Oh, no; quite the contrary. But this gentleman of yours often used totell me that my father and mother were dead. Did he deceive me, or didhe speak the truth?""He was compelled to comply with the orders given him.""Then he lied?""In one respect. Your father is dead.""And my mother?""She is dead for you.""But then she lives for others, does she not?""Yes.""And I - and I, then" (the young man looked sharply at Aramis) "amcompelled to live in the obscurity of a prison?""Alas! I fear so.""And that because my presence in the world would lead to the revelationof a great secret?""Certainly, a very great secret.""My enemy must indeed be powerful, to be able to shut up in the Bastile achild such as I then was.""He is.""More powerful than my mother, then?""And why do you ask that?""Because my mother would have taken my part."Aramis hesitated. "Yes, monseigneur; more powerful than your mother.""Seeing, then, that my nurse and preceptor were carried off, and that I,also, was separated from them - either they were, or I am, very dangerousto my enemy?""Yes; but you are alluding to a peril from which he freed himself, bycausing the nurse and preceptor to disappear," answered Aramis, quietly."Disappear!" cried the prisoner, "how did they disappear?""In a very sure way," answered Aramis - "they are dead."The young man turned pale, and passed his hand tremblingly over hisface. "Poison?" he asked."Poison."The prisoner reflected a moment. "My enemy must indeed have been verycruel, or hard beset by necessity, to assassinate those two innocentpeople, my sole support; for the worthy gentleman and the poor nurse hadnever harmed a living being.""In your family, monseigneur, necessity is stern. And so it is necessitywhich compels me, to my great regret, to tell you that this gentleman andthe unhappy lady have been assassinated.""Oh, you tell me nothing I am not aware of," said the prisoner, knittinghis brows."How?""I suspected it.""Why?""I will tell you."At this moment the young man, supporting himself on his two elbows, drewclose to Aramis's face, with such an expression of dignity, of self-command and of defiance even, that the bishop felt the electricity ofenthusiasm strike in devouring flashes from that great heart of his, intohis brain of adamant."Speak, monseigneur. I have already told you that by conversing with youI endanger my life. Little value as it has, I implore you to accept itas the ransom of your own.""Well," resumed the young man, "this is why I suspected they had killedmy nurse and my preceptor - ""Whom you used to call your father?""Yes; whom I called my father, but whose son I well knew I was not.""Who caused you to suppose so?""Just as you, monsieur, are too respectful for a friend, he was also toorespectful for a father.""I, however," said Aramis, "have no intention to disguise myself."The young man nodded assent and continued: "Undoubtedly, I was notdestined to perpetual seclusion," said the prisoner; "and that whichmakes me believe so, above all, now, is the care that was taken to renderme as accomplished a cavalier as possible. The gentleman attached to myperson taught me everything he knew himself - mathematics, a littlegeometry, astronomy, fencing and riding. Every morning I went throughmilitary exercises, and practiced on horseback. Well, one morning duringthe summer, it being very hot, I went to sleep in the hall. Nothing, upto that period, except the respect paid me, had enlightened me, or evenroused my suspicions. I lived as children, as birds, as plants, as theair and the sun do. I had just turned my fifteenth year - ""This, then, is eight years ago?""Yes, nearly; but I have ceased to reckon time.""Excuse me; but what did your tutor tell you, to encourage you to work?""He used to say that a man was bound to make for himself, in the world,that fortune which Heaven had refused him at his birth. He added that,being a poor, obscure orphan, I had no one but myself to look to; andthat nobody either did, or ever would, take any interest in me. I was,then, in the hall I have spoken of, asleep from fatigue with longfencing. My preceptor was in his room on the first floor, just over me.Suddenly I heard him exclaim, and then he called: 'Perronnette!Perronnette!' It was my nurse whom he called.""Yes, I know it," said Aramis. "Continue, monseigneur.""Very likely she was in the garden; for my preceptor came hastilydownstairs. I rose, anxious at seeing him anxious. He opened the garden-door, still crying out, 'Perronnette! Perronnette!' The windows of thehall looked into the court; the shutters were closed; but through a chinkin them I saw my tutor draw near a large well, which was almost directlyunder the windows of his study. He stooped over the brim, looked intothe well, and again cried out, and made wild and affrighted gestures.Where I was, I could not only see, but hear - and see and hear I did.""Go on, I pray you," said Aramis."Dame Perronnette came running up, hearing the governor's cries. He wentto meet her, took her by the arm, and drew her quickly towards the edge;after which, as they both bent over it together, 'Look, look,' cried he,'what a misfortune!'"'Calm yourself, calm yourself,' said Perronnette; 'what is the matter?'"'The letter!' he exclaimed; 'do you see that letter?' pointing to thebottom of the well."'What letter?' she cried."'The letter you see down there; the last letter from the queen.'"At this word I trembled. My tutor - he who passed for my father, he whowas continually recommending me modesty and humility - in correspondencewith the queen!"'The queen's last letter!' cried Perronnette, without showing moreastonishment than at seeing this letter at the bottom of the well; 'buthow came it there?'"'A chance, Dame Perronnette - a singular chance. I was entering myroom, and on opening the door, the window, too, being open, a puff of aircame suddenly and carried off this paper - this letter of her majesty's;I darted after it, and gained the window just in time to see it flutter amoment in the breeze and disappear down the well.'"'Well,' said Dame Perronnette; 'and if the letter has fallen into thewell, 'tis all the same as if it was burnt; and as the queen burns allher letters every time she comes - '"And so you see this lady who came every month was the queen," said theprisoner."'Doubtless, doubtless,' continued the old gentleman; 'but this lettercontained instructions - how can I follow them?'"'Write immediately to her; give her a plain account of the accident, andthe queen will no doubt write you another letter in place of this.'"'Oh! the queen would never believe the story,' said the good gentleman,shaking his head; 'she will imagine that I want to keep this letterinstead of giving it up like the rest, so as to have a hold over her.She is so distrustful, and M. de Mazarin so - Yon devil of an Italian iscapable of having us poisoned at the first breath of suspicion.'"Aramis almost imperceptibly smiled."'You know, Dame Perronnette, they are both so suspicious in all thatconcerns Philippe.'"Philippe was the name they gave me," said the prisoner."'Well, 'tis no use hesitating,' said Dame Perronnette, 'somebody must godown the well.'"'Of course; so that the person who goes down may read the paper as he iscoming up.'"'But let us choose some villager who cannot read, and then you will beat ease.'"'Granted; but will not any one who descends guess that a paper must beimportant for which we risk a man's life? However, you have given me anidea, Dame Perronnette; somebody shall go down the well, but thatsomebody shall be myself.'"But at this notion Dame Perronnette lamented and cried in such a manner,and so implored the old nobleman, with tears in her eyes, that hepromised her to obtain a ladder long enough to reach down, while she wentin search of some stout-hearted youth, whom she was to persuade that ajewel had fallen into the well, and that this jewel was wrapped in apaper. 'And as paper,' remarked my preceptor, 'naturally unfolds inwater, the young man would not be surprised at finding nothing, afterall, but the letter wide open.'"'But perhaps the writing will be already effaced by that time,' saidDame Perronnette."'No consequence, provided we secure the letter. On returning it to thequeen, she will see at once that we have not betrayed her; andconsequently, as we shall not rouse the distrust of Mazarin, we shallhave nothing to fear from him.'"Having come to this resolution, they parted. I pushed back the shutter,and, seeing that my tutor was about to re-enter, I threw myself on mycouch, in a confusion of brain caused by all I had just heard. Mygovernor opened the door a few moments after, and thinking I was asleepgently closed it again. As soon as ever it was shut, I rose, and,listening, heard the sound of retiring footsteps. Then I returned to theshutters, and saw my tutor and Dame Perronnette go out together. I wasalone in the house. They had hardly closed the gate before I sprang fromthe window and ran to the well. Then, just as my governor had leanedover, so leaned I. Something white and luminous glistened in the greenand quivering silence of the water. The brilliant disk fascinated andallured me; my eyes became fixed, and I could hardly breathe. The wellseemed to draw me downwards with its slimy mouth and icy breath; and Ithought I read, at the bottom of the water, characters of fire tracedupon the letter the queen had touched. Then, scarcely knowing what I wasabout, and urged on by one of those instinctive impulses which drive mento destruction, I lowered the cord from the windlass of the well towithin about three feet of the water, leaving the bucket dangling, at thesame time taking infinite pains not to disturb that coveted letter, whichwas beginning to change its white tint for the hue of chrysoprase, -proof enough that it was sinking, - and then, with the rope weltering inmy hands, slid down into the abyss. When I saw myself hanging over thedark pool, when I saw the sky lessening above my head, a cold shuddercame over me, a chill fear got the better of me, I was seized withgiddiness, and the hair rose on my head; but my strong will still reignedsupreme over all the terror and disquietude. I gained the water, and atonce plunged into it, holding on by one hand, while I immersed the otherand seized the dear letter, which, alas! came in two in my grasp. Iconcealed the two fragments in my body-coat, and, helping myself with myfeet against the sides of the pit, and clinging on with my hands, agileand vigorous as I was, and, above all, pressed for time, I regained thebrink, drenching it as I touched it with the water that streamed off me.I was no sooner out of the well with my prize, than I rushed into thesunlight, and took refuge in a kind of shrubbery at the bottom of thegarden. As I entered my hiding-place, the bell which resounded when thegreat gate was opened, rang. It was my preceptor come back again. I hadbut just time. I calculated that it would take ten minutes before hewould gain my place of concealment, even if, guessing where I was, hecame straight to it; and twenty if he were obliged to look for me. Butthis was time enough to allow me to read the cherished letter, whosefragments I hastened to unite again. The writing was already fading, butI managed to decipher it all."And will you tell me what you read therein, monseigneur?" asked Aramis,deeply interested."Quite enough, monsieur, to see that my tutor was a man of noble rank,and that Perronnette, without being a lady of quality, was far betterthan a servant; and also to perceived that I must myself be high-born,since the queen, Anne of Austria, and Mazarin, the prime minister,commended me so earnestly to their care." Here the young man paused,quite overcome."And what happened?" asked Aramis."It happened, monsieur," answered he, "that the workmen they had summonedfound nothing in the well, after the closest search; that my governorperceived that the brink was all watery; that I was not so dried by thesun as to prevent Dame Perronnette spying that my garments were moist;and, lastly, that I was seized with a violent fever, owing to the chilland the excitement of my discovery, an attack of delirium supervening,during which I related the whole adventure; so that, guided by my avowal,my governor found the pieces of the queen's letter inside the bolsterwhere I had concealed them.""Ah!" said Aramis, "now I understand.""Beyond this, all is conjecture. Doubtless the unfortunate lady andgentleman, not daring to keep the occurrence secret, wrote of all this tothe queen and sent back the torn letter.""After which," said Aramis, "you were arrested and removed to the Bastile.""As you see.""Your two attendants disappeared?""Alas!""Let us not take up our time with the dead, but see what can be done withthe living. You told me you were resigned.""I repeat it.""Without any desire for freedom?""As I told you.""Without ambition, sorrow, or thought?"The young man made no answer."Well," asked Aramis, "why are you silent?""I think I have spoken enough," answered the prisoner, "and that now itis your turn. I am weary."Aramis gathered himself up, and a shade of deep solemnity spread itselfover his countenance. It was evident that he had reached the crisis inthe part he had come to the prison to play. "One question," said Aramis."What is it? speak.""In the house you inhabited there were neither looking-glasses normirrors?""What are those two words, and what is their meaning?" asked the youngman; "I have no sort of knowledge of them.""They designate two pieces of furniture which reflect objects; so that,for instance, you may see in them your own lineaments, as you see minenow, with the naked eye.""No; there was neither a glass nor a mirror in the house," answered theyoung man.Aramis looked round him. "Nor is there anything of the kind here,either," he said; "they have again taken the same precaution.""To what end?""You will know directly. Now, you have told me that you were instructedin mathematics, astronomy, fencing, and riding; but you have not said aword about history.""My tutor sometimes related to me the principal deeds of the king, St.Louis, King Francis I., and King Henry IV.""Is that all?""Very nearly.""This also was done by design, then; just as they deprived you ofmirrors, which reflect the present, so they left you in ignorance ofhistory, which reflects the past. Since your imprisonment, books havebeen forbidden you; so that you are unacquainted with a number of facts,by means of which you would be able to reconstruct the shattered mansionof your recollections and your hopes.""It is true," said the young man."Listen, then; I will in a few words tell you what has passed in Franceduring the last twenty-three or twenty-four years; that is, from theprobable date of your birth; in a word, from the time that interests you.""Say on." And the young man resumed his serious and attentive attitude."Do you know who was the son of Henry IV.?""At least I know who his successor was.""How?""By means of a coin dated 1610, which bears the effigy of Henry IV.; andanother of 1612, bearing that of Louis XIII. So I presumed that, therebeing only two years between the two dates, Louis was Henry's successor.""Then," said Aramis, "you know that the last reigning monarch was LouisXIII.?""I do," answered the youth, slightly reddening."Well, he was a prince full of noble ideas and great projects, always,alas! deferred by the trouble of the times and the dread struggle thathis minister Richelieu had to maintain against the great nobles ofFrance. The king himself was of a feeble character, and died young andunhappy.""I know it.""He had been long anxious about having a heir; a care which weighsheavily on princes, who desire to leave behind them more than one pledgethat their best thoughts and works will be continued.""Did the king, then, die childless?" asked the prisoner, smiling."No, but he was long without one, and for a long while thought he shouldbe the last of his race. This idea had reduced him to the depths ofdespair, when suddenly, his wife, Anne of Austria - "The prisoner trembled."Did you know," said Aramis, "that Louis XIII.'s wife was called Anne ofAustria?""Continue," said the young man, without replying to the question."When suddenly," resumed Aramis, "the queen announced an interestingevent. There was great joy at the intelligence, and all prayed for herhappy delivery. On the 5th of September, 1638, she gave birth to a son."Here Aramis looked at his companion, and thought he observed him turningpale. "You are about to hear," said Aramis, "an account which few indeedcould now avouch; for it refers to a secret which they imagined buriedwith the dead, entombed in the abyss of the confessional.""And you will tell me this secret?" broke in the youth."Oh!" said Aramis, with unmistakable emphasis, "I do not know that Iought to risk this secret by intrusting it to one who has no desire toquit the Bastile.""I hear you, monsieur.""The queen, then, gave birth to a son. But while the court was rejoicingover the event, when the king had show the new-born child to the nobilityand people, and was sitting gayly down to table, to celebrate the event,the queen, who was alone in her room, was again taken ill and gave birthto a second son.""Oh!" said the prisoner, betraying a bitter acquaintance with affairsthan he had owned to, "I thought that Monsieur was only born in - "Aramis raised his finger; "Permit me to continue," he said.The prisoner sighed impatiently, and paused."Yes," said Aramis, "the queen had a second son, whom Dame Perronnette,the midwife, received in her arms.""Dame Perronnette!" murmured the young man."They ran at once to the banqueting-room, and whispered to the king whathad happened; he rose and quitted the table. But this time it was nolonger happiness that his face expressed, but something akin to terror.The birth of twins changed into bitterness the joy to which that of anonly son had given rise, seeing that in France (a fact you are assuredlyignorant of) it is the oldest of the king's sons who succeeds his father.""I know it.""And that the doctors and jurists assert that there is ground fordoubting whether the son that first makes his appearance is the elder bythe law of heaven and of nature."The prisoner uttered a smothered cry, and became whiter than the coverletunder which he hid himself."Now you understand," pursued Aramis, "that the king, who with so muchpleasure saw himself repeated in one, was in despair about two; fearingthat the second might dispute the first's claim to seniority, which hadbeen recognized only two hours before; and so this second son, relying onparty interests and caprices, might one day sow discord and engendercivil war throughout the kingdom; by these means destroying the verydynasty he should have strengthened.""Oh, I understand! - I understand!" murmured the young man."Well," continued Aramis; "this is what they relate, what they declare;this is why one of the queen's two sons, shamefully parted from hisbrother, shamefully sequestered, is buried in profound obscurity; this iswhy that second son has disappeared, and so completely, that not a soulin France, save his mother, is aware of his existence.""Yes! his mother, who has cast him off," cried the prisoner in a tone ofdespair."Except, also," Aramis went on, "the lady in the black dress; and,finally, excepting - ""Excepting yourself - is it not? You who come and relate all this; you,who rouse in my soul curiosity, hatred, ambition, and, perhaps, even thethirst of vengeance; except you, monsieur, who, if you are the man towhom I expect, whom the note I have received applies to, whom, in short,Heaven ought to send me, must possess about you - ""What?" asked Aramis."A portrait of the king, Louis XIV., who at this moment reigns upon thethrone of France.""Here is the portrait," replied the bishop, handing the prisoner aminiature in enamel, on which Louis was depicted life-like, with ahandsome, lofty mien. The prisoner eagerly seized the portrait, andgazed at it with devouring eyes."And now, monseigneur," said Aramis, "here is a mirror." Aramis left theprisoner time to recover his ideas."So high! - so high!" murmured the young man, eagerly comparing thelikeness of Louis with his own countenance reflected in the glass."What do you think of it?" at length said Aramis."I think that I am lost," replied the captive; "the king will never setme free.""And I - I demand to know," added the bishop, fixing his piercing eyessignificantly upon the prisoner, "I demand to know which of these two isking; the one this miniature portrays, or whom the glass reflects?""The king, monsieur," sadly replied the young man, "is he who is on thethrone, who is not in prison; and who, on the other hand, can causeothers to be entombed there. Royalty means power; and you behold howpowerless I am.""Monseigneur," answered Aramis, with a respect he had not yet manifested,"the king, mark me, will, if you desire it, be the one that, quitting hisdungeon, shall maintain himself upon the throne, on which his friendswill place him.""Tempt me not, monsieur," broke in the prisoner bitterly."Be not weak, monseigneur," persisted Aramis; "I have brought you all theproofs of your birth; consult them; satisfy yourself that you are aking's son; it is for us to act.""No, no; it is impossible.""Unless, indeed," resumed the bishop ironically, "it be the destiny ofyour race, that the brothers excluded from the throne should be alwaysprinces void of courage and honesty, as was your uncle, M. Gastond'Orleans, who ten times conspired against his brother Louis XIII.""What!" cried the prince, astonished; "my uncle Gaston 'conspired againsthis brother'; conspired to dethrone him?""Exactly, monseigneur; for no other reason. I tell you the truth.""And he had friends - devoted friends?""As much so as I am to you.""And, after all, what did he do? - Failed!""He failed, I admit; but always through his own fault; and, for the sakeof purchasing - not his life - for the life of the king's brother issacred and inviolable - but his liberty, he sacrificed the lives of allhis friends, one after another. And so, at this day, he is a very bloton history, the detestation of a hundred noble families in this kingdom.""I understand, monsieur; either by weakness or treachery, my uncle slewhis friends.""By weakness; which, in princes, is always treachery.""And cannot a man fail, then, from incapacity and ignorance? Do youreally believe it possible that a poor captive such as I, brought up, notonly at a distance from the court, but even from the world - do youbelieve it possible that such a one could assist those of his friends whoshould attempt to serve him?" And as Aramis was about to reply, theyoung man suddenly cried out, with a violence which betrayed the temperof his blood, "We are speaking of friends; but how can I have anyfriends - I, whom no one knows; and have neither liberty, money, norinfluence, to gain any?""I fancy I had the honor to offer myself to your royal highness.""Oh, do not style me so, monsieur; 'tis either treachery or cruelty. Bidme not think of aught beyond these prison-walls, which so grimly confineme; let me again love, or, at least, submit to my slavery and myobscurity.""Monseigneur, monseigneur; if you again utter these desperate words - if,after having received proof of your high birth, you still remain poor-spirited in body and soul, I will comply with your desire, I will depart,and renounce forever the service of a master, to whom so eagerly I cameto devote my assistance and my life!""Monsieur," cried the prince, "would it not have been better for you tohave reflected, before telling me all that you have done, that you havebroken my heart forever?""And so I desire to do, monseigneur.""To talk to me about power, grandeur, eye, and to prate of thrones! Is aprison the fit place? You wish to make me believe in splendor, and weare lying lost in night; you boast of glory, and we are smothering ourwords in the curtains of this miserable bed; you give me glimpses ofpower absolute whilst I hear the footsteps of the every-watchful jailerin the corridor - that step which, after all, makes you tremble more thanit does me. To render me somewhat less incredulous, free me from theBastile; let me breathe the fresh air; give me my spurs and trusty sword,then we shall begin to understand each other.""It is precisely my intention to give you all this, monseigneur, andmore; only, do you desire it?""A word more," said the prince. "I know there are guards in everygallery, bolts to every door, cannon and soldiery at every barrier. Howwill you overcome the sentries - spike the guns? How will you breakthrough the bolts and bars?""Monseigneur, - how did you get the note which announced my arrival toyou?""You can bribe a jailer for such a thing as a note.""If we can corrupt one turnkey, we can corrupt ten.""Well; I admit that it may be possible to release a poor captive from theBastile; possible so to conceal him that the king's people shall notagain ensnare him; possible, in some unknown retreat, to sustain theunhappy wretch in some suitable manner.""Monseigneur!" said Aramis, smiling."I admit that, whoever would do this much for me, would seem more thanmortal in my eyes; but as you tell me I am a prince, brother of the king,how can you restore me the rank and power which my mother and my brotherhave deprived me of? And as, to effect this, I must pass a life of warand hatred, how can you cause me to prevail in those combats - render meinvulnerable by my enemies? Ah! monsieur, reflect on all this; place me,to-morrow, in some dark cavern at a mountain's base; yield me the delightof hearing in freedom sounds of the river, plain and valley, of beholdingin freedom the sun of the blue heavens, or the stormy sky, and it isenough. Promise me no more than this, for, indeed, more you cannot give,and it would be a crime to deceive me, since you call yourself my friend."Aramis waited in silence. "Monseigneur," he resumed, after a moment'sreflection, "I admire the firm, sound sense which dictates your words; Iam happy to have discovered my monarch's mind.""Again, again! oh, God! for mercy's sake," cried the prince, pressing hisicy hands upon his clammy brow, "do not play with me! I have no need tobe a king to be the happiest of men.""But I, monseigneur, wish you to be a king for the good of humanity.""Ah!" said the prince, with fresh distrust inspired by the word; "ah!with what, then, has humanity to reproach my brother?""I forgot to say, monseigneur, that if you would allow me to guide you,and if you consent to become the most powerful monarch in Christendom,you will have promoted the interests of all the friends whom I devote tothe success of your cause, and these friends are numerous.""Numerous?""Less numerous than powerful, monseigneur.""Explain yourself.""It is impossible; I will explain, I swear before Heaven, on that daythat I see you sitting on the throne of France.""But my brother?""You shall decree his fate. Do you pity him?""Him, who leaves me to perish in a dungeon? No, no. For him I have nopity!""So much the better.""He might have himself come to this prison, have taken me by the hand,and have said, 'My brother, Heaven created us to love, not to contendwith one another. I come to you. A barbarous prejudice has condemnedyou to pass your days in obscurity, far from mankind, deprived of everyjoy. I will make you sit down beside me; I will buckle round your waistour father's sword. Will you take advantage of this reconciliation toput down or restrain me? Will you employ that sword to spill my blood?''Oh! never,' I would have replied to him, 'I look on you as my preserver,I will respect you as my master. You give me far more than Heavenbestowed; for through you I possess liberty and the privilege of lovingand being loved in this world.'""And you would have kept your word, monseigneur?""On my life! While now - now that I have guilty ones to punish - ""In what manner, monseigneur?""What do you say as to the resemblance that Heaven has given me to mybrother?""I say that there was in that likeness a providential instruction whichthe king ought to have heeded; I say that your mother committed a crime inrendering those different in happiness and fortune whom nature created sostartlingly alike, of her own flesh, and I conclude that the object ofpunishment should be only to restore the equilibrium.""By which you mean - ""That if I restore you to your place on your brother's throne, he shalltake yours in prison.""Alas! there's such infinity of suffering in prison, especially it wouldbe so for one who has drunk so deeply of the cup of enjoyment.""Your royal highness will always be free to act as you may desire; and ifit seems good to you, after punishment, you will have it in your power topardon.""Good. And now, are you aware of one thing, monsieur?""Tell me, my prince.""It is that I will hear nothing further from you till I am clear of theBastile.""I was going to say to your highness that I should only have the pleasureof seeing you once again.""And when?""The day when my prince leaves these gloomy walls.""Heavens! how will you give me notice of it?""By myself coming to fetch you.""Yourself?""My prince, do not leave this chamber save with me, or if in my absenceyou are compelled to do so, remember that I am not concerned in it.""And so I am not to speak a word of this to any one whatever, save toyou?""Save only to me." Aramis bowed very low. The prince offered his hand."Monsieur," he said, in a tone that issued from his heart, "one wordmore, my last. If you have sought me for my destruction; if you are onlya tool in the hands of my enemies; if from our conference, in which youhave sounded the depths of my mind, anything worse than captivity result,that is to say, if death befall me, still receive my blessing, for youwill have ended my troubles and given me repose from the tormenting feverthat has preyed on me for eight long, weary years.""Monseigneur, wait the results ere you judge me," said Aramis."I say that, in such a case, I bless and forgive you. If, on the otherhand, you are come to restore me to that position in the sunshine offortune and glory to which I was destined by Heaven; if by your means Iam enabled to live in the memory of man, and confer luster on my race bydeeds of valor, or by solid benefits bestowed upon my people; if, from mypresent depths of sorrow, aided by your generous hand, I raise myself tothe very height of honor, then to you, whom I thank with blessings, toyou will I offer half my power and my glory: though you would still bebut partly recompensed, and your share must always remain incomplete,since I could not divide with you the happiness received at your hands.""Monseigneur," replied Aramis, moved by the pallor and excitement of theyoung man, "the nobleness of your heart fills me with joy andadmiration. It is not you who will have to thank me, but rather thenation whom you will render happy, the posterity whose name you will makeglorious. Yes; I shall indeed have bestowed upon you more than life, Ishall have given you immortality."The prince offered his hand to Aramis, who sank upon his knee and kissedit."It is the first act of homage paid to our future king," said he. "WhenI see you again, I shall say, 'Good day, sire.'""Till then," said the young man, pressing his wan and wasted fingers overhis heart, - "till then, no more dreams, no more strain on my life - myheart would break! Oh, monsieur, how small is my prison - how low thewindow - how narrow are the doors! To think that so much pride,splendor, and happiness, should be able to enter in and to remain here!""Your royal highness makes me proud," said Aramis, "since you infer it isI who brought all this." And he rapped immediately on the door. Thejailer came to open it with Baisemeaux, who, devoured by fear anduneasiness, was beginning, in spite of himself, to listen at the door.Happily, neither of the speakers had forgotten to smother his voice, evenin the most passionate outbreaks."What a confessor!" said the governor, forcing a laugh; "who wouldbelieve that a compulsory recluse, a man as though in the very jaws ofdeath, could have committed crimes so numerous, and so long to tell of?"Aramis made no reply. He was eager to leave the Bastile, where thesecret which overwhelmed him seemed to double the weight of the walls.As soon as they reached Baisemeaux's quarters, "Let us proceed tobusiness, my dear governor," said Aramis."Alas!" replied Baisemeaux."You have to ask me for my receipt for one hundred and fifty thousandlivres," said the bishop."And to pay over the first third of the sum," added the poor governor,with a sigh, taking three steps towards his iron strong-box."Here is the receipt," said Aramis."And here is the money," returned Baisemeaux, with a threefold sigh."The order instructed me only to give a receipt; it said nothing aboutreceiving the money," rejoined Aramis. "Adieu, monsieur le governeur!"And he departed, leaving Baisemeaux almost more than stifled with joy andsurprise at this regal present so liberally bestowed by the confessorextraordinary to the Bastile.