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"Here is Mirette; let us resume our role," cried Croustillac, interrupting the d.u.c.h.ess.
Mirette entered, followed by the slave, carrying in her hand Croustillac's old sword; a soldier bore the basket containing the clothes.
Angela placed the box of diamonds and Monmouth's sword in the basket.
Chemerant entered the room, saying, "Your highness, all is in readiness."
"Offer madame your arm, if you please," said the chevalier to Chemerant, with a gloomy manner.
Angela appeared struck with a sudden thought and said to the chevalier, "Sir, I wish to say something, privately, to Father Griffen. Do you refuse me this last pet.i.tion?"
"Just now, your highness, the good Father, hearing the noise, came to ask if he might speak to madame."
"He is here!" cried Angela, "G.o.d be praised!"
"Let him enter," said the Gascon gloomily.
Chemerant bowed and the guard withdrew.
Father Griffen entered. He was grave and sad.
"My Father," said Angela, "can you give me some moments' interview?"
So saying, she entered a room near by, followed by the priest.
"Your highness," said Chemerant, showing a paper to the Gascon, "here is a letter which was found on the person of Colonel Rutler; it leaves no doubts as to the plots of William of Orange against your highness.
Rutler will be shot upon our arrival at Fort Royal."
"We will speak of that later, sir, but I lean toward clemency in the colonel's case--not through weakness, but from policy. I will explain to you another time my reasons for this."
The little bay in which the Chameleon lay at anchor was not very far from the residence of Blue Beard. When the escort arrived there the horizon was tinged with the first rays of the rising sun. The Chameleon was a brigantine, light and swift as a kingfisher, riding gracefully on the waves, at her mooring. Not far from the Chameleon was seen one of the coast guards who traversed in his rounds the only point of Cabesterre which was accessible.
The launch of the Chameleon, commanded by Captain Ralph's first mate, waited at the landing; in it were four sailors seated, with oars raised, ready to row at the first signal.
The Gascon's heart beat as if it would burst. At the moment of attaining the price of his sacrifice, he trembled lest an unlooked-for accident should upset the fragile scaffolding of so many stratagems.
The litter in which Monmouth was shut up arrived on the bank, and was quickly followed by that containing Angela.
The soldiers ranged themselves along the landing. The Gascon said to Angela, in an agitated tone, "Go on board s.h.i.+p, madame, with your accomplice; this package (and he put into the hands of the mate a paper) will inform Captain Ralph of my final orders. Meanwhile," said the chevalier all at once, "wait--I have an idea!"
Chemerant and Angela gazed at Croustillac with surprise.
The adventurer believed he had discovered a means of saving the duke, and of himself escaping from Chemerant; he had no doubt of the resolution and devotion of the five sailors in the boat; he thought of precipitating himself with Angela and Monmouth into the boat and ordering the sailors to make all speed over the waves in order to join the Chameleon, and to set sail with speed. The soldiers, though thirty in number, would be so surprised by this sudden flight that success would be possible. A new incident upset this project of the chevalier.
A voice which, though distant, was very powerful, cried, "In the name of the king, stop; allow no one to embark!"
Croustillac turned suddenly toward the direction from which the voice came, and he saw a marine officer who was coming out of a redoubt erected near Cayman's Cove.
"In the name of the king, allow no one to embark," came the voice again.
"Be easy, lieutenant," responded a subordinate, who until then had not been perceived, for he was hidden by the piles of the wharf, "I will not allow the tender to leave without your orders."
"That is well, Thomas, and beside," replied the officer, firing a shot from his gun as a signal, "the coastguard will not permit the brigantine to sail."
It would be impossible to paint the frightful agony of the actors in this scene. Croustillac saw that his plan for flight was out of the question, because the slightest signal from the coastguard would prevent the departure of the Chameleon.
The officer who had just appeared stopped in front of Croustillac and Chemerant, and said to them, "In the name of the king, I order you to tell me who you are and where you are going, gentlemen; by the governor's orders no one can sail from here without a permit from him.
"Sir," said Chemerant, "the soldiers who are with me are part of the governor's guard; you see, I am acting by his consent."
"An escort, sir! you have an escort!" said the astonished officer.
"There, near the mole, sir," said Croustillac.
"Oh, that is another matter, sir; the light was so feeble that I had not noticed the soldiers. I hope you will pardon me, sir."
This man, who seemed extremely talkative, approached the governor's guard, examined them a moment, and said with excessive volubility, "My orders are simply to prevent persons going toward the wharf, just now the Chameleon, and a fine vessel she is, belonging to Blue Beard, and which has bravely run down a Spanish pirate--came last night to the mooring."
"Sir, I beg you to silence this insupportable babbler," said the chevalier to Chemerant, "you must see how painful this scene is to me."
"You see, sir," said Chemerant to the lieutenant of marines, "the persons who are going to embark, do so under my personal responsibility.
I am Chemerant, commissioner extraordinary to the king, and am furnished with full powers."
"Sir," said the lieutenant, "it is unnecessary to cite your authority; this escort is sufficient guarantee, and----"
"Then, sir, remove the order."
"Nothing is easier, sir; the order being now useless, it is useless to maintain it." "Thomas," cried this irrepressible talker to his subordinate, "you know the order that I gave you?"
"Which, lieutenant?"
"How! brainless one!"
"Sir, my time is valuable, I must return shortly to Fort Royal," said Chemerant.
The lieutenant continued, recklessly, "How! you have forgotten the order I gave you?"
"The last one? no, lieutenant."
"No, lieutenant! well, repeat it, then; let us hear the order." Then, addressing Chemerant, he said to him, while pointing to his soldier, "He hasn't the memory of a gosling! I am not sorry to give him this lesson before you, it will profit him."
"Confound it! I am not here to a.s.sist in educating your functionaries,"
said Chemerant.
"Well, Thomas, this order?"
"Lieutenant, it was to let no one embark on the vessel."