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    Twenty Years After I
    Twenty Years After I
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    Twenty Years After I

    By Alexandre Dumas

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    It's the time for heroes. But the Musketeers are no more. As Dumas' "Twenty Years Later" begins, only D'Artagnan still serves in the Queen's guard. Porthos, Aramis, and Athos are living comfortable lives, their fighting days long behind them. But all that's about to change. With the country on the brink of civil war, D'Artagnan is given a dangerous new mission, and he knows he'll need his old friends by his side. Expanding upon the mythology of "The Three Musketeers", the sequel is just as packed with sword fights, conspiracies, and political double dealings. And a very hateable new villain in Cardinal Mazarin. This first part of the novel sets the scene for the adventure that follows. -
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSAGA Egmont
    Release dateJul 5, 2021
    ISBN9788726612226
    Twenty Years After I
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    Alexandre Dumas

    Alexandre Dumas (1802-1870) was a prolific French writer who is best known for his ever-popular classic novels The Count of Monte Cristo and The Three Musketeers.

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      Twenty Years After I - Alexandre Dumas

      2. A Nightly Patrol.

      I n ten minutes Mazarin and his party were traversing the street Les Bons Enfants behind the theatre built by Richelieu expressly for the play of Mirame, and in which Mazarin, who was an amateur of music, but not of literature, had introduced into France the first opera that was ever acted in that country.

      The appearance of the town denoted the greatest agitation. Numberless groups paraded the streets and, whatever D’Artagnan might think of it, it was obvious that the citizens had for the night laid aside their usual forbearance, in order to assume a warlike aspect. From time to time noises came in the direction of the public markets. The report of firearms was heard near the Rue Saint Denis and occasionally church bells began to ring indiscriminately and at the caprice of the populace. D’Artagnan, meantime, pursued his way with the indifference of a man upon whom such acts of folly made no impression. When he approached a group in the middle of the street he urged his horse upon it without a word of warning; and the members of the group, whether rebels or not, as if they knew with what sort of a man they had to deal, at once gave place to the patrol. The cardinal envied that composure, which he attributed to the habit of meeting danger; but none the less he conceived for the officer under whose orders he had for the moment placed himself, that consideration which even prudence pays to careless courage. On approaching an outpost near the Barriere des Sergens, the sentinel cried out, Who’s there? and D’Artagnan answered--having first asked the word of the cardinal--Louis and Rocroy. After which he inquired if Lieutenant Comminges were not the commanding officer at the outpost. The soldier replied by pointing out to him an officer who was conversing, on foot, his hand upon the neck of a horse on which the individual to whom he was talking sat. Here was the officer D’Artagnan was seeking.

      Here is Monsieur Comminges, said D’Artagnan, returning to the cardinal. He instantly retired, from a feeling of respectful delicacy; it was, however, evident that the cardinal was recognized by both Comminges and the other officers on horseback.

      Well done, Guitant, cried the cardinal to the equestrian; I see plainly that, notwithstanding the sixty-four years that have passed over your head, you are still the same man, active and zealous. What were you saying to this youngster?

      My lord, replied Guitant, I was observing that we live in troublous times and that to-day’s events are very like those in the days of the Ligue, of which I heard so much in my youth. Are you aware that the mob have even suggested throwing up barricades in the Rue Saint Denis and the Rue Saint Antoine?

      And what was Comminges saying to you in reply, my good Guitant?

      My lord, said Comminges, I answered that to compose a Ligue only one ingredient was wanting--in my opinion an essential one--a Duc de Guise; moreover, no generation ever does the same thing twice.

      No, but they mean to make a Fronde, as they call it, said Guitant.

      And what is a Fronde? inquired Mazarin.

      My lord, Fronde is the name the discontented give to their party.

      And what is the origin of this name?

      It seems that some days since Councillor Bachaumont remarked at the palace that rebels and agitators reminded him of schoolboys slinging--qui frondent--stones from the moats round Paris, young urchins who run off the moment the constable appears, only to return to their diversion the instant his back is turned. So they have picked up the word and the insurrectionists are called ‘Frondeurs,’ and yesterday every article sold was ‘a la Fronde;’ bread ‘a la Fronde,’ hats ‘a la Fronde,’ to say nothing of gloves, pocket-handkerchiefs, and fans; but listen----

      At that moment a window opened and a man began to sing:

      | "A tempest from the Fronde

      | Did blow to-day:

      | I think ‘twill blow

      | Sieur Mazarin away."

      Insolent wretch! cried Guitant.

      My lord, said Comminges, who, irritated by his wounds, wished for revenge and longed to give back blow for blow, shall I fire off a ball to punish that jester, and to warn him not to sing so much out of tune in the future?

      And as he spoke he put his hand on the holster of his uncle’s saddle-bow.

      Certainly not! certainly not, exclaimed Mazarin. Diavolo! my dear friend, you are going to spoil everything--everything is going on famously. I know the French as well as if I had made them myself. They sing--let them pay the piper. During the Ligue, about which Guitant was speaking just now, the people chanted nothing except the mass, so everything went to destruction. Come, Guitant, come along, and let’s see if they keep watch at the Quinze-Vingts as at the Barriere des Sergens.

      And waving his hand to Comminges he rejoined D’Artagnan, who instantly put himself at the head of his troop, followed by the cardinal, Guitant and the rest of the escort.

      Just so, muttered Comminges, looking after Mazarin. True, I forgot; provided he can get money out of the people, that is all he wants.

      The street of Saint Honore, when the cardinal and his party passed through it, was crowded by an assemblage who, standing in groups, discussed the edicts of that memorable day. They pitied the young king, who was unconsciously ruining his country, and threw all the odium of his proceedings on Mazarin. Addresses to the Duke of Orleans and to Conde were suggested. Blancmesnil and Broussel seemed in the highest favor.

      D’Artagnan passed through the very midst of this discontented mob just as if his horse and he had been made of iron. Mazarin and Guitant conversed together in whispers. The musketeers, who had already discovered who Mazarin was, followed in profound silence. In the street of Saint Thomas-du-Louvre they stopped at the barrier distinguished by the name of Quinze-Vingts. Here Guitant spoke to one of the subalterns, asking how matters were progressing.

      Ah, captain! said the officer, everything is quiet hereabout--if I did not know that something is going on in yonder house!

      And he pointed to a magnificent hotel situated on the very spot whereon the Vaudeville now stands.

      In that hotel? it is the Hotel Rambouillet, cried Guitant.

      I really don’t know what hotel it is; all I do know is that I observed some suspicious looking people go in there----

      Nonsense! exclaimed Guitant, with a burst of laughter; those men must be poets.

      Come, Guitant, speak, if you please, respectfully of these gentlemen, said Mazarin; don’t you know that I was in my youth a poet? I wrote verses in the style of Benserade----

      You, my lord?

      Yes, I; shall I repeat to you some of my verses?

      Just as you please, my lord. I do not understand Italian.

      Yes, but you understand French, and Mazarin laid his hand upon Guitant’s shoulder. My good, my brave Guitant, whatsoever command I may give you in that language--in French--whatever I may order you to do, will you not perform it?

      Certainly. I have already answered that question in the affirmative; but that command must come from the queen herself.

      Yes! ah yes! Mazarin bit his lips as he spoke; I know your devotion to her majesty.

      I have been a captain in the queen’s guards for twenty years, was the reply.

      En route, Monsieur d’Artagnan, said the cardinal; all goes well in this direction.

      D’Artagnan, in the meantime, had taken the head of his detachment without a word and with that ready and profound obedience which marks the character of an old soldier.

      He led the way toward the hill of Saint Roche. The Rue Richelieu and the Rue Villedot were then, owing to their vicinity to the ramparts, less frequented than any others in that direction, for the town was thinly inhabited thereabout.

      Who is in command here? asked the cardinal.

      Villequier, said Guitant.

      Diavolo! Speak to him yourself, for ever since you were deputed by me to arrest the Duc de Beaufort, this officer and I have been on bad terms. He laid claim to that honor as captain of the royal guards.

      I am aware of that, and I have told him a hundred times that he was wrong. The king could not give that order, since at that time he was hardly four years old.

      Yes, but I could give him the order--I, Guitant--and I preferred to give it to you.

      Guitant, without reply, rode forward and desired the sentinel to call Monsieur de Villequier.

      Ah! so you are here! cried the officer, in the tone of ill-humor habitual to him; what the devil are you doing here?

      I wish to know--can you tell me, pray--is anything fresh occurring in this part of the town?

      What do you mean? People cry out, ‘Long live the king! down with Mazarin!’ That’s nothing new; no, we’ve been used to those acclamations for some time.

      And you sing chorus, replied Guitant, laughing.

      Faith, I’ve half a mind to do it. In my opinion the people are right; and cheerfully would I give up five years of my pay--which I am never paid, by the way--to make the king five years older.

      Really! And pray what would come to pass, supposing the king were five years older than he is?

      "As soon as ever the king comes of age he will issue his commands himself, and ‘tis far pleasanter to obey the grandson of Henry IV. than the son of Peter Mazarin. ‘Sdeath! I would die willingly for the king, but supposing I happened to be killed on account of Mazarin, as your nephew came near being to-day, there could be nothing in Paradise, however well placed I might be there, that could console me for

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