“I believe you, madame, to be a great and powerful queen, and that it will be unworthy of your power and greatness if you do not recompense the arms which will bring back his eminence to Saint Germain.”
“It is my intention so to do; come, let us hear you. Speak.”
“He who has negotiated these matters (forgive me if I begin by speaking of myself, but I must claim that importance which has been given to me, not assumed by me) he who has arranged matters for the return of the cardinal, ought, it appears to me, in order that his reward may not be unworthy of your majesty, to be made commandant of the guards—an appointment something like that of captain of the musketeers.”
“’Tis the appointment Monsieur de Tréville held, you ask of me.”
“The place, madame, is vacant, and although ’tis a year since Monsieur de Tréville has left it, it has not been filled.”
“But it is one of the principal military appointments in the king’s household.”
“Monsieur de Tréville was but a younger son of a simple Gascon family, like me, madame; he occupied that post for twenty years.”
“You have an answer ready for everything,” replied the queen, and she took from her bureau a document, which she filled up and signed.
“Undoubtedly, madame,” said D’Artagnan, taking the document and bowing, “this is a noble reward; but everything in the world is unstable, and the man who happened to fall into disgrace with your majesty might lose this office to-morrow.”
“What more do you want?” asked the queen, coloring, as she found that she had to deal with a mind as subtle as her own.