The Vicomte De Bragelonne eBook

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The day came.  The Rue des Lombards had its share of the caresses of Aurora with the rosy fingers, and D’Artagnan arose like Aurora.  He did not awaken anybody, he placed his portmanteau under his arm, descended the stairs without making one of them creak, and without disturbing one of the sonorous snorings in every story from the garret to the cellar, then, having saddled his horse, shut the stable and house doors, he set off, at a foot-pace, on his expedition to Bretagne.  He had done quite right not to trouble himself with all the political and diplomatic affairs which solicited his attention; for, in the morning, in freshness and mild twilight, his ideas developed themselves in purity and abundance.  In the first place, he passed before the house of Fouquet, and threw in a large gaping box the fortunate order which, the evening before, he had had so much trouble to recover from the hooked fingers of the intendant.  Placed in an envelope, and addressed to Fouquet, it had not even been divined by Planchet, who in divination was equal to Calchas or the Pythian Apollo.  D’Artagnan thus sent back the order to Fouquet, without compromising himself, and without having thenceforward any reproaches to make himself.  When he had effected this proper restitution, “Now,” he said to himself, “let us inhale much maternal air, much freedom from cares, much health, let us allow the horse Zephyr, whose flanks puff as if he had to respire an atmosphere, to breathe, and let us be very ingenious in our little calculations.  It is time,” said D’Artagnan, “to form a plan of the campaign, and, according to the method of M. Turenne, who has a large head full of all sorts of good counsels, before the plan of the campaign it is advisable to draw a striking portrait of the generals to whom we are opposed.  In the first place, M. Fouquet presents himself.  What is M. Fouquet?  M. Fouquet,” replied D’Artagnan to himself, “is a handsome man, very much beloved by the women, a generous man very much beloved by the poets; a man of wit, much execrated by pretenders.  Well, now I am neither woman, poet, nor pretender:  I neither love not hate monsieur le surintendant.  I find myself, therefore, in the same position in which M. Turenne found himself when opposed to the Prince de Conde at Jargeau, Gien and the Faubourg Saint-Antoine.  He did not execrate monsieur le prince, it is true, but he obeyed the king.  Monsieur le prince is an agreeable man, but the king is king.  Turenne heaved a deep sigh, called Conde ‘My cousin,’ and swept away his army.  Now what does the king wish?  That does not concern me.  Now, what does M. Colbert wish?  Oh, that’s another thing.  M. Colbert wishes all that M. Fouquet does not wish.  Then what does M. Fouquet wish?  Oh, that is serious.  M. Fouquet wishes precisely for all the king wishes.”

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