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had　not　been　appointed　governor　of　a　province；　and　if　the　queen　should　consent　to　be　godmother　it　could　be　only　of　her　grandson　or　granddaughter。　At　the　first　announcement　of　peace　Madame　de　Chevreuse　frowned；　and　in　spite　of　all　the　logic　of　Athos　to　show　her　that　a　prolonged　war　would　have　been　impracticable；　contended　in　favor　of　hostilities。
　　〃My　fair　friend；〃　said　Athos；　〃allow　me　to　tell　you　that　everybody　is　tired　of　war。　You　will　get　yourself　exiled；　as　you　did　in　the　time　of　Louis　XIII。　Believe　me；　we　have　passed　the　time　of　success　in　intrigue；　and　your　fine　eyes　are　not　destined　to　be　eclipsed　by　regretting　Paris；　where　there　will　always　be　two　queens　as　long　as　you　are　there。〃
　　〃Oh；〃　cried　the　duchess；　〃I　cannot　make　war　alone；　but　I　can　avenge　myself　on　that　ungrateful　queen　and　most　ambitious　favorite…on　the　honor　of　a　duchess；　I　will　avenge　myself。〃
　　〃Madame；〃　replied　Athos；　〃do　not　injure　the　Vite　de　Bragelonne　　do　not　ruin　his　prospects。　Alas！　excuse　my　weakness！　There　are　moments　when　a　man　grows　young　again　in　his　children。〃
　　The　duchess　smiled；　half　tenderly；　half　ironically。
　　〃Count；〃　she　said；　〃you　are；　I　fear；　gained　over　to　the　court。　I　suppose　you　have　a　blue　ribbon　in　your　pocket？〃
　　〃Yes；　madame；　I　have　that　of　the　Garter；　which　King　Charles　I。　gave　me　some　days　before　he　died。〃
　　〃e；　I　am　growing　an　old　woman！〃　said　the　duchess；　pensively。
　　Athos　took　her　hand　and　kissed　it。　She　sighed；　as　she　looked　at　him。
　　〃Count；〃　she　said；　〃Bragelonne　must　be　a　charming　place。　You　are　a　man　of　taste。　You　have　water　　woods　　flowers　there？〃
　　She　sighed　again　and　leaned　her　charming　head；　gracefully　reclined；　on　her　hand；　still　beautiful　in　form　and　color。
　　〃Madame！〃　exclaimed　Athos；　〃what　were　you　saying　just　now　about　growing　old？　Never　have　I　seen　you　look　so　young；　so　beautiful！〃
　　The　duchess　shook　her　head。
　　〃Does　Monsieur　de　Bragelonne　remain　in　Paris？〃　she　inquired。
　　〃What　think　you　of　it？〃　inquired　Athos。
　　〃Leave　him　with　me；〃　replied　the　duchess。
　　〃No；　madame；　if　you　have　forgotten　the　history　of　Oedipus；　I；　at　least；　remember　it。〃
　　〃Really；　sir；　you　are　delightful；　and　I　should　like　to　spend　a　month　at　Bragelonne。〃
　　〃Are　you　not　afraid　of　making　people　envious　of　me；　duchess？〃　replied　Athos。
　　〃No；　I　shall　go　incognito；　count；　under　the　name　of　Marie　Michon。〃
　　〃You　are　adorable；　madame。〃
　　〃But　do　not　keep　Raoul　with　you。〃
　　〃Why　not？〃
　　〃Because　he　is　in　love。〃
　　〃He！　he　is　quite　a　child！〃
　　〃And　'tis　a　child　he　loves。〃
　　Athos　became　thoughtful。
　　〃You　are　right；　duchess。　This　singular　passion　for　a　child　of　seven　may　some　day　make　him　very　unhappy。　There　is　to　be　war　in　Flanders。　He　shall　go　thither。〃
　　〃And　at　his　return　you　will　send　him　to　me。　I　will　arm　him　against　love。〃
　　〃Alas；　madame！〃　exclaimed　Athos；　〃to…day　love　is　like　war　　the　breastplate　is　being　useless。〃
　　Raoul　entered　at　this　moment；　he　came　to　announce　that　the　solemn　entrance　of　the　king；　queen；　and　her　ministers　was　to　take　place　on　the　ensuing　day。
　　The　next　day；　in　fact；　at　daybreak；　the　court　made　preparations　to　quit　Saint　Germain。
　　Meanwhile；　the　queen　every　hour　had　been　sending　for　D'Artagnan。
　　〃I　hear；〃　she　said；　〃that　Paris　is　not　quiet。　I　am　afraid　for　the　king's　safety；　place　yourself　close　to　the　coach　door　on　the　right。〃
　　〃Reassure　yourself；　madame；　I　will　answer　for　the　king's　safety。〃
　　As　he　left　the　queen's　presence　Bernouin　summoned　him　to　the　cardinal。
　　〃Sir；〃　said　Mazarin　to　him　〃an　emeute　is　spoken　of　in　Paris。　I　shall　be　on　the　king's　left　and　as　I　am　the　chief　person　threatened；　remain　at　the　coach　door　to　the　left。〃
　　〃Your　eminence　may　be　perfectly　easy；〃　replied　D'Artagnan；　〃they　will　not　touch　a　hair　of　your　head。〃
　　〃Deuce　take　it！〃　he　thought　to　himself；　〃how　can　I　take　care　of　both？　Ah！　plague　on't；　I　will　guard　the　king　and　Porthos　shall　guard　the　cardinal。〃
　　This　arrangement　pleased　every　one。　The　queen　had　confidence　in　the　courage　of　D'Artagnan；　which　she　knew；　and　the　cardinal　in　the　strength　of　Porthos；　which　he　had　experienced。
　　The　royal　procession　set　out　for　Paris。　Guitant　and　minges；　at　the　head　of　the　guards；　marched　first；　then　came　the　royal　carriage；　with　D'Artagnan　on　one　side；　Porthos　on　the　other；　then　the　musketeers；　for　two　and　twenty　years　staunch　friends　of　D'Artagnan。　During　twenty　he　had　been　lieutenant；　their　captain　since　the　night　before。
　　The　cortege　proceeded　to　Notre　Dame；　where　a　Te　Deum　was　chanted。　All　Paris　were　in　the　streets。　The　Swiss　were　drawn　up　along　the　road；　but　as　the　road　was　long；　they　were　placed　at　six　or　eight　feet　distant　from　each　other　and　one　deep　only。　This　force　was　therefore　wholly　insufficient；　and　from　time　to　time　the　line　was　broken　through　by　the　people　and　was　formed　again　with　difficulty。　Whenever　this　occurred；　although　it　proceeded　only　from　goodwill　and　a　desire　to　see　the　king　and　queen；　Anne　looked　at　D'Artagnan　anxiously。
　　Mazarin；　who　had　dispensed　a　thousand　louis　to　make　the　people　cry　〃Long　live　Mazarin；〃　and　who　had　accordingly　no　confidence　in　acclamations　bought　at　twenty　pistoles　each；　kept　one　eye　on　Porthos；　but　that　gigantic　body…guard　replied　to　the　look　with　his　great　bass　voice；　〃Be　tranquil；　my　lord；〃　and　Mazarin　became　more　and　more　posed。
　　At　the　Palais　Royal；　the　crowd；　which　had　flowed　in　from　the　adjacent　street　was　still　greater；　like　an　impetuous　mob；　a　wave　of　human　beings　came　to　meet　the　carriage　and　rolled　tumultuously　into　the　Rue　Saint　Honore。
　　When　the　procession　reached　the　palace；　loud　cries　of　〃Long　live　their　majesties！〃　resounded。　Mazarin　leaned　out　of　the　window。　One　or　two　shouts　of　〃Long　live　the　cardinal〃　saluted　his　shadow；　but　instantly　hisses　and　yells　stifled　them　remorselessly。　Mazarin　turned　pale　and　shrank　back　in　the　coach。
　　〃Low…born　fellows！〃　ejaculated　Porthos。
　　D'Artagnan　said　nothing；　but　twirled　his　mustache　with　a　peculiar　gesture　which　showed　that　his　fine　Gascon　humor　was　awake。
　　Anne　of　Austria　bent　down　and　whispered　in　the　young　king's　ear：
　　〃Say　something　gracious　to　Monsieur　d'Artagnan；　my　son。〃
　　The　young　king　leaned　toward　the　door。
　　〃I　have　not　said　good…morning　to　you；　Monsieur　d'Artagnan；〃　he　said；　〃nevertheless；　I　have　remarked　you。　It　was　you　who　were　behind　my　bed…curtains　that　night　the　Parisians　wished　to　see　me　asleep。〃
　　〃And　if　the　king　permits　me；〃　returned　the　Gascon；　〃I　shall　be　near　him　always　when　there　is　danger　to　be　encountered。〃
　　〃Sir；〃　said　Mazarin　to　Porthos；　〃what　would　you　do　if　the　crowd　fell　upon　us？〃
　　〃Kill　as　many　as　I　could；　my　lord。〃
　　〃Hem！　brave　as　you　are　and　strong　as　you　are；　you　could　not　kill　them　all。〃
　　〃'Tis　true；〃　answered　Porthos；　rising　on　his　saddle；　in　order　that　he　might　appraise　the　immense　crowd；　〃there　are　a　lot　of　them。〃
　　〃I　think　I　should　like　the　other　fellow　better　than　this　one；〃　said　Mazarin　to　himself；　and　he　threw　himself　back　in　his　carriage。
　　The　queen　and　her　minister；　more　especially　the　latter；　had　reason　to　feel　anxious。　The　crowd；　whilst　preserving　an　appearance　of　respect　and　even　of　affection　for　the　king　and　queen　regent；　began　to　be　tumultuous。　Reports　were　whispered　about；　like　certain　sounds　which　announce；　as　they　whistle　from　wave　to　wave；　the　ing　storm　　and　when　they　pass　athwart　a　multitude；　presage　an　emeute。
　　D'Artagnan　turned　toward　the　musketeers　and　made　a　sign　imperceptible　to　the　crowd；　but　very　easily　understood　by　that　chosen　regiment；　the　flower　of　the　army。
　　The　ranks　closed　firmly　in　and　a　kind　of　majestic　tremor　ran　from　man　to　man。
　　At　the　Barriere　des　Sergents　the　procession　was　obliged　to　stop。　minges　left　the　head　of　the　escort　and　went　to　the　queen's　carriage。　Anne　questioned　D'Artagnan　by　a　look。　He　answered　in　the　same　language。
　　〃Proceed；〃　she　said。
　　minges　returned　to　his　post。　An　effort　was　made　and　the　living　barrier　was　violently　broken　through。
　　Some　plaints　arose　from　the　crowd　and　were　addressed　this　time　to　the　king　as　well　as　the　minister。
　　〃Onward！〃　cried　D'Artagnan；　in　a　loud　voice。
　　〃Onward！〃　cried　Porthos。
　　But　as　if　the　multitude　had