Александр Дюма
The War of Women. Volume 2
"Oh! do not hasten so," said the lieutenant, with a smile; "it is all over, and you are free, so take time to open your wings."
But Madame de Cambes, paying no heed to these words of good cheer, continued to drag Canolles through the corridors. Canolles let her have her will, exchanging friendly signs with the lieutenant. They reached the staircase, and descended the stairs as if they were provided with the wings of which the lieutenant had spoken. At last they stood in the court-yard; one more door, and the atmosphere of the prison would cease to oppress their long-suffering hearts.
That last door was finally thrown open. But on the other side, the drawbridge was thronged with a troop of gentlemen, archers and guards; they were Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld and his acolytes.
Without knowing why, Madame de Cambes shuddered. Some evil thing had befallen her every time that that man had come in her path.
As to Canolles, if he experienced any emotion whatever, no trace of it appeared upon his features.
The duke saluted Madame de Cambes and Canolles, and even paused to offer his congratulations. Then he made a sign to his followers, and they made way for the lovers to pass.
Suddenly a voice was heard at the far end of the court-yard, inside the prison: —
"Number one is empty; the other prisoner is not in his cell; I have searched everywhere and cannot find him!"
These words sent a thrill of excitement through all who heard them; the Duc de La Rochefoucauld started, and unable to restrain his first impulse, put out his hand as if to stop Canolles.
Claire saw the movement and every vestige of color fled from her cheeks.
"Come, come," said she, "let us make haste!"
"Pardon me, madame," said the duke, "but I must ask you to be patient for a moment. Give us time, if you please, to clear up this mistake; it will be a matter of a moment only, I promise you."
He made another sign to his followers and the passage was closed.
Canolles looked at Claire, at the duke, at the point whence the voice came, and he too turned pale.
"But why should I wait, monsieur?" demanded Claire. "Madame la Princesse de Condé signed the order for Monsieur de Canolles to be set free; here is the order, and his name is specifically mentioned; look, I beg you."
"Certainly, madame, it is as you say, and I do not assume to deny the validity of the order; it will be as effectual a moment hence as now; be patient therefore; I have sent a person to investigate who will very soon return."
"But how does that concern us?" Claire persisted. "What connection is there between Monsieur de Canolles and the prisoner in number one?"
"Monsieur le Duc," said the captain of the guards, whom the duke had sent to make inquiries, "we have searched for the other prisoner to no purpose; he cannot be found, and the chief turnkey has also disappeared; his child, whom we questioned, says that his father and the prisoner went out together by the secret door that opens on the river."
"Oho!" ejaculated the duke, "do you know anything of this, Monsieur de Canolles? An escape!"
At these words the whole truth flashed upon Canolles in an instant. He understood that it was Nanon who was watching over him; that it was he whom the jailer had come to seek; that it was he for whom the designation of Madame de Lartigues' brother was intended; that Cauvignac had unwittingly taken his place, and found freedom where he thought to find death. All these thoughts rushed into his mind at the same moment; he put his hands to his head and staggered, and only recovered himself when he saw that the viscountess was trembling and gasping for breath at his side.
Not one of these involuntary tokens of alarm escaped the duke.
"Close the doors!" he shouted. "Monsieur de Canolles, be kind enough to remain; this affair must be investigated, as you will understand."
"But, Monsieur le Duc," cried poor Claire, "you do not presume, I trust, to act in opposition to an order of Madame la Princesse!"
"No, madame," said the duke, "but I conceive it to be most important that she should be informed of what has taken place. I will not say to you, 'I will go to her myself;' you might believe it to be my purpose to influence our august mistress; but I will say, 'Do you go, madame;' for you know better than any one how to solicit Madame de Condé's clemency."
Lenet made an almost imperceptible sign to Claire.
"Oh! I will not leave him!" she cried, convulsively pressing the young man's arm.
"I will go to her Highness," said Lenet; "do you come with me, captain; or come yourself, Monsieur le Duc."
"So be it, I will go with you. Monsieur le capitaine will remain here and continue the search in our absence; perhaps the other prisoner may be found."
As if to enforce the latter portion of his sentence, La Rochefoucauld said a few words in the officer's ear, then took his departure with Lenet.
At the same time the viscountess and Canolles were forced back into the court-yard by the crowd of horsemen in attendance upon Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld, and the door clanged behind them.
During the last ten minutes the scene had taken on a character of such gravity and solemnity that all those who witnessed it stood by, pale-faced and silent, exchanging glances of deep meaning, and gazing at Canolles and Claire as if to read in their eyes which of the two was suffering the more. Canolles realized that it was for him to find courage for both; his demeanor was grave but most affectionate to his weeping companion, who clung to him, red-eyed and hardly able to stand, drew him closer to her side, smiled upon him with an expression of heart-breaking affection, and shuddered as she looked about upon that throng of men, seeking in vain one friendly face.
The captain, who had received his instructions from the duke, spoke in a low tone to his officers. Canolles, whose glance was keen, and whose ear was quick to hear the slightest hint that tended to change his suspicion to certainty, heard him, despite the care he took to speak as low as possible, utter these words: —
"We must devise some means of sending away that poor woman."
He tried thereupon to release his arm from the caressing grasp that detained it. Claire divined his purpose and clung to him with all her strength.
"You must continue your search," she cried; "perhaps they have not searched thoroughly, and the man will yet be found. Let us all search; it is not possible that he has escaped. Why should not Monsieur de Canolles have escaped with him? Come, Monsieur le Capitaine, order them to continue the search, I entreat you."
"They have searched, madame, and are searching at this moment. The jailer is well aware that his head will pay the penalty if he doesn't produce his prisoner; so that his interest alone would lead him to make a most thorough search."
"Mon Dieu!" murmured Claire, "and Monsieur Lenet does not return!"
"Patience, dear heart, patience," said Canolles, in the soothing tone in which one speaks to children; "Monsieur Lenet has but just gone; he has barely had time to reach Madame la Princesse; give him time to explain matters to her and then to return with her reply." He gently pressed her hand as he spoke; then, noticing that the captain of the guards was gazing at him intently and with evident impatience, he said to him: —
"Do you wish to speak with me, captain?"
"Yes, monsieur," he replied, for the unremitting scrutiny of the viscountess kept him on the rack.
"Monsieur," she cried, "take us to Madame la Princesse, I implore you. What difference can it make to you? As well take us to her as leave us here in suspense; she will see him, monsieur, she will see me, I will speak to her, and she will renew her promise."
"That is an excellent idea of yours, madame," said the officer, seizing hastily upon the suggestion; "go to her yourself, go! you have every chance of success."
"What do you say to it, baron?" the viscountess asked. "Do you think it would be well? You would not deceive me; what ought I to do?"
"Go, madame," said Canolles, with a mighty effort.
The viscountess dropped his arm, walked away a few steps, then ran back to him.
"Oh! no! no!" said she, "I will not leave him."
At that moment the outer door opened.
"Ah! God be praised!" she cried; "here are Monsieur Lenet and Monsieur le Duc!"
Behind Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld with his sphinx-like face, came Lenet with sorrowful countenance and trembling hands. At the first glance he exchanged with the counsellor, Canolles saw that there was no hope for him, that his doom was sealed.
"What have you to tell?" demanded Claire, rushing impetuously to meet Lenet, and dragging Canolles with her.
"Madame la Princesse is much embarrassed – " stammered Lenet.
"Embarrassed!" cried Claire, "what does that mean?"
"It means that she asks for you," interposed the duke, "that she wishes to speak with you."
"Is that true, Monsieur Lenet," demanded Claire, without pausing to reflect that the question was an insult to the duke.
"Yes, madame," faltered Lenet.
"But what of him?" she asked.
"Of whom?"
"Monsieur de Canolles."
"Oh! Monsieur de Canolles will return to his cell, and you will bring back the princess's reply to him."
"Will you remain with him, Monsieur Lenet?"
"Madame – "
"Will you remain with him?" she repeated.
"I will not leave him."
"You will not leave him, you swear that you will not?"
"My God!" muttered Lenet, gazing from the man who awaited his sentence to the woman whose death one word from his mouth might cause. "My God! since one of the two is doomed, give me strength to save the other."
"You will not swear, Monsieur Lenet!"
"I swear," replied the counsellor, putting his hand to his heart.
"Thanks, monsieur," said Canolles beneath his breath, "I understand you. – Go, madame," he added, turning to the viscountess; "you see that between Monsieur Lenet and Monsieur le Duc I am in no danger."
"Do not let her go without embracing her," said Lenet.
Canolles' brow was bedewed with icy sweat; a sort of mist came before his eyes; he detained Claire, as she was about to leave him, and pretending that he had something to whisper to her, drew her to his heart, and said in her ear: —
"Entreat without servility; I wish to live for you, but you should wish me to live honored."
"I will entreat in such fashion as to save you," she replied; "are you not my husband in God's sight?"
Canolles, as he released her, found a way to touch her neck with his lips, but so cautiously that she did not feel it, and the poor creature, mad with apprehension, left him without returning his last kiss. As she was about to leave the court-yard she turned, but there was a line of guards between her and the prisoner.
"Where are you, my friend? I cannot see you; one word, one word I pray, so that I may go with your voice in my ears."
"Go, Claire," said Canolles. "I await your return."
"Go, go, madame," said a kind-hearted officer; "the sooner you go, the sooner you will return."
"Monsieur Lenet, dear Monsieur Lenet," cried Claire's voice in the distance, "I rely upon you; you will answer to me for him."
And the door closed behind her.
"Good!" muttered the philosophical duke; "that was not over pleasant; but at last we are in the realm of the possible once more."
III
As soon as the viscountess had disappeared, and her voice had died away in the distance, the gate having been closed behind her, the circle of officers drew closer around Canolles, and two men of sinister mien, suddenly appearing as if they had sprung from the ground, approached the duke and humbly awaited his commands.
The duke simply pointed to the prisoner. He himself drew near to him, and said, with his customary glacial courtesy: —
"Monsieur, you doubtless understand that the departure of your companion in misfortune renders you liable to the penalty which was to be inflicted upon him."
"Yes, monsieur," replied Canolles, "I suspected as much; but there is one thing of which I am perfectly certain, that Madame la Princesse granted a pardon to me by name. I saw, and you yourself might have seen just now, the order for my release in the hands of Madame la Vicomtesse de Cambes."
"It is true, monsieur," said the duke, "but Madame la Princesse could not have anticipated the present state of affairs."
"I am to understand, then, that Madame la Princesse recalls her signature?"
"Yes," replied the duke.
"A princess of the blood is false to her word?"
The duke maintained his impassive demeanor.
Canolles looked about him.
"Has the time arrived?" he asked.
"Yes, monsieur."
"I thought that you would await the return of Madame la Vicomtesse de Cambes; you promised her that nothing should be done in her absence. It seems that nobody has any regard for his word to-day."
And the prisoner gazed reproachfully, not at the Duc de La Rochefoucauld, but at Lenet.
"Alas! monsieur," cried the latter, with tears in his eyes, "forgive us. Madame la Princesse positively refused to show mercy to you. I begged very earnestly none the less; Monsieur le Duc will bear witness to that, and God as well. But she deems it imperative that Richon's death should be paid for in kind, and she was as immovable as stone. Now do you yourself pass judgment on my conduct, Monsieur le Baron; instead of allowing the burden of your horrible situation to fall partly upon the viscountess, I ventured, – pray forgive me, for I feel that I stand in great need of your forgiveness, – I ventured to cause it to fall upon you alone, for you are a soldier and of gentle birth."
"In that case," faltered Canolles, whose voice was choked with emotion, "in that case I shall not see her again! When you bade me embrace her, it was for the last time!"
A sob stronger than stoicism or pride shook Lenet's frame. He stepped back and wept bitterly. Canolles thereupon fixed his piercing gaze upon the men who stood about him, but could see on every side none but faces rendered stern and pitiless by Richon's cruel death, and among them a very few timid creatures, who were stiffening their muscles to conceal their emotion and help them to swallow their tears and sighs.
"Oh! it is terrible to think upon," murmured the youth, in a moment of superhuman clearness of vision which opens before the soul a boundless field of view over what men call life, – that is to say, a few brief instants of happiness scattered here and there like islands in the midst of an ocean of tears and suffering, – "terrible to think upon! I had in my arms the woman I adore, who had just told me for the first time that she loved me; I had before me a long and blissful life, the realization of my fondest dream; and lo! in a moment, in a second, death takes the place of it all!"
He felt a tightness at his heart, and a pricking sensation in his eyes as if he were going to weep; but he remembered in time that he was, as Lenet said, a soldier and a gentleman.
"O pride," he said to himself, "the only form of courage that has any real existence, come to my aid! Should I bewail the loss of so vain and futile a thing as life? How they would laugh if they could say: 'On learning that he was to die, Canolles wept!' How did I bear myself on the day I was besieged at Saint-Georges, when the Bordelais showed the same eagerness for my death as to-day? I fought, I jested, I laughed. Very good! by the heaven above, which hears my words and is mayhap dealing wrongfully with me; by the devil who is struggling at this moment with my good angel, I will bear myself to-day as I bore myself on that day, and if I no longer fight, I will at least continue to jest, and will laugh on to the end."
At once his face became calm, as if all emotion had vanished from his heart; he passed his hand through his beautiful black hair, and walked up to Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld and Lenet with a smile upon his lips.
"Messieurs," said he, "as you know, one requires time to become accustomed to everything in this world, which is so filled with strange and unexpected events; I have taken, and I did wrong not to ask your leave to take, a moment to accustom myself to the thought of death; if it was too long a time, I ask your pardon for compelling you to wait."
Profound astonishment was depicted on the faces of all the bystanders, and the prisoner was aware that that feeling soon gave place to admiration; his strength was increased tenfold by his consciousness of that sentiment, so honorable to him.
"Whenever you are ready, messieurs," said he; "I am waiting for you now."
The duke, dumbfounded for an instant, at once resumed his usual phlegmatic demeanor, and gave the signal. Thereupon the gates were opened and the procession made ready to set out.
"One moment," cried Lenet, to gain time; "one moment, Monsieur le Duc! We are escorting Monsieur de Canolles to his death, are we not?"
The duke made a gesture of surprise, and Canolles looked wonderingly at Lenet.
"Why, yes," said the duke.
"Very good!" rejoined Lenet, "in that case the gallant gentleman cannot do without a confessor."
"Pardon me, pardon me, monsieur," interposed Canolles; "I can do without one perfectly well."
"How so?" Lenet asked, making signs to the prisoner which he would not understand.
"Because I am a Huguenot," replied Canolles, "and a zealous Huguenot, too, I promise you. If you wish to confer one last favor upon me, I pray you let me die as I am."
Even as he repelled the suggestion, the young man made a gesture of gratitude, which proved that he perfectly understood Lenet's purpose.
"If there is no further cause for delay, let us be off," said the duke.
"Make him confess! make him confess!" cried a few of the more vindictive bystanders.
Canolles drew himself up to his full height, looked about him on all sides with a calm and confident glance, and said sternly to the duke: —
"Are we going to act like cowards, monsieur? Me-thinks that if any person has the right to follow out his desires, I, who am the hero of the fête, have that right, I refuse to see a confessor, but I demand the scaffold, and that at the earliest possible moment; 'tis my turn to be weary of waiting."
"Silence!" cried the duke, turning to the crowd. When silence was restored in obedience to his potent voice and glance, he said to Canolles: —
"Monsieur you may do as you choose."
"Thanks, monsieur. In that case, let us go, and quickly; may we not?"
Lenet took Canolles' arm.
"On the contrary, let us go slowly," said he. "Who knows? A reprieve, an occurrence that we cannot fore-see, are among the possibilities. Go slowly, I implore you in the name of her who loves you, and who will weep so bitterly if we go too fast."
"Oh! do not speak to me of her, I entreat; all my courage vanishes at the thought that I am to be parted forever from her. But what am I saying? On the other hand, Monsieur Lenet, do speak of her, tell me again and again that she loves me, and will always love me, and above all, that she will weep for me!"
"Come, come, my dear, unfortunate child," said Lenet, "do not give way to your feelings; remember that these men are looking at you, and that they know not of whom we are speaking."
Canolles proudly raised his head, and his hair fell in wavy black curls about his neck. By this time they were in the street; the light of many torches shone upon his calm and smiling face.
He could hear women weeping, and there were some who said: —
"Poor baron, so young and so fair!"
They marched along for some time in silence; suddenly he exclaimed: —
"Oh! Monsieur Lenet, I would that I might see her once more!"
"Do you wish me to go in search of her, and bring her to you?" asked Lenet, who had no longer any will of his own.
"Oh! yes," whispered Canolles.
"Very well! I will go; but you will kill her."
"So much the better!" whispered selfishness to the young man's heart; "if you kill her, she will never belong to another."
But he overcame this last weakness as suddenly as it assailed him.
"No, no," said he, seizing Lenet's hand; "you promised to remain with me, so remain."
"What does he say?" the duke inquired of the captain of the guards.
Canolles overheard the question.
"I was saying, Monsieur le Duc," said he, "that I thought it was not so far from the prison to the Esplanade."
"Alas!" interposed Lenet, "do not complain of the distance, my poor boy, for we have arrived."
As he spoke the torch-bearers and the head of the procession disappeared around a street-corner.
Lenet pressed the young man's hand, then went up to the duke, determined to make one last effort before they actually reached the place of execution.
"Monsieur," said he, "once more I implore you for mercy! you will ruin our cause by executing Monsieur de Canolles."
"On the contrary," retorted the duke, "we prove that we deem it a just cause, as we do not fear to make reprisals."
"But reprisals can only be made between equals, Monsieur le Duc, and whatever you may say, the queen will still be queen, and we her subjects."
"Let us not discuss such matters before Monsieur de Canolles," rejoined the duke aloud; "surely you can see the impropriety."
"Do not speak of mercy before Monsieur le Duc;" retorted Canolles; "surely you can see that his coup d'État is in process of accomplishment; do not annoy him for so small a matter."
The duke made no reply; but his compressed lips and his ironical glance showed that the blow had struck home. Meanwhile they had not ceased to go forward, and Canolles now found himself at the entrance to the Esplanade. In the distance, that is, at the other side of the square, could be seen the crowd, in a vast circle formed by the glittering musket-barrels. In the centre arose a shapeless black something, which Canolles could not clearly distinguish in the shadow, and he thought that it was an ordinary scaffold. But when the torches reached the centre of the square, their light fell full upon that black object, at first unrecognizable, and revealed the hideous silhouette of a gibbet.
"A gibbet!" cried Canolles, halting, and pointing to the structure. "Is not that a gibbet that I see yonder, Monsieur le Duc?"
"It is; you are not mistaken," he replied, coldly.
A wrathful flush reddened the young man's brow; he threw aside the two soldiers who were marching on either hand, and at one bound found himself face to face with Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld.
"Monsieur," he cried, "do you forget that I am of gentle blood? All the world knows, even the executioner himself, that a nobleman is entitled to be beheaded."
"Monsieur, there are circumstances – "
"It is not in my own name that I speak," Canolles interrupted, "but in the name of all the nobility, in which you hold so high a place, who have been prince and are now duke; it will be a lasting shame, not for me, who am innocent, but for one and all of you, that one of your caste should die upon the gallows."
"Monsieur, Richon was hanged by order of the king."
"Richon, monsieur, was a gallant soldier, and at heart as noble as any man in this wide world, but he was not of noble birth; I am."
"You forget," said the duke, "that this is a matter of reprisals; were you a prince of the blood, we would hang you."
Canolles instinctively put his hand to his side for his sword, but when he failed to find it there, the realization of his situation came over him once more in all its force; his wrath vanished, and he remembered that his real superiority lay in his very weakness.
"Monsieur philosopher," said he, "woe to those who resort to reprisals, and woe thrice over to those who, when they resort to them, lay aside all humanity! I did not plead for mercy, but justice. There are those who love me, monsieur; I emphasize the word, because I am aware that you yourself do not appreciate how one can love. Upon the hearts of those who love me you are about to impress forever, with the memory of my death, the dishonoring image of the gibbet. A sword-thrust, I beseech you, or a musket-ball! Give me your dagger that I may kill myself, and then you may hang my dead body if it will give you any pleasure."
"Richon was hanged alive, monsieur," was the cold reply.
"Be it so! Now, listen to what I say. Some day some frightful misfortune will overtake you; when that day comes, you will remember that it is punishment from on high: for my own part, I die with the firm conviction that my death is your work."
Thereupon Canolles, shuddering and pale, but filled with exalted courage, approached the gallows and stood, proud and disdainful, facing the populace, with his foot upon the first step of the ladder.
"Now, executioner," said he, "do your duty."
"There is only one!" cried the crowd in amazement; "the other! where is the other? we were promised two!"
"Ah! that is one thing that consoles me in a measure," said Canolles, with a smile; "this amiable populace is not content with what you are doing for it; do you hear what it says, Monsieur le Duc?"
"Death! death! vengeance for Richon!" roared ten thousand voices.
"If I irritate them," thought Canolles, "they are quite capable of tearing me in pieces; in that case I shall not be hanged, and Monsieur le Duc will go insane with rage.
"You are cowards!" he cried; "I see some among you who took part in the attack on Saint-Georges, when I made you all run away! You are venting your spite on me to-day because I whipped you."
A roar of rage was the only reply.
"You are cowards!" he repeated; "rebels, villains!"
A thousand knives gleamed in the air, and stones began to fall at the gallows foot.
"Good!" muttered Canolles. "The king hanged Richon," he added aloud, "and he did well; when he takes Bordeaux, he will hang many another – "
At these words the crowd rushed like a torrent toward the gallows, broke through the guards, overturned the palisades, and threw themselves, roaring like wild beasts, upon the prisoner.
At a gesture from the duke, one of the executioners raised Canolles by taking him under the arms, while the other adjusted a noose around his neck.
Canolles felt the cord and redoubled his taunts and insults; if he wished to be killed in time he had not a moment to lose.
At that supreme moment he looked around for the last time; he could see naught but naming eyes and threatening arms. One man, however, a mounted soldier, pointed to his musket.
"Cauvignac! 'tis Cauvignac!" cried Canolles, clinging to the ladder with both his hands, which were not bound.
Cauvignac made a motion indicating that he had been unable to save him, and levelled his weapon at him. Canolles understood him.
"Yes, yes!" he cried, emphasizing his words with his head.
Now let us see how Cauvignac happened to be at hand.
