“But,” resumed D’Artagnan, “will the sport last long? Pray, give us a good swift bird, for I am very tired. Is it a heron or a swan?”
“Both, Monsieur d’Artagnan,” said the falconer; “but you need not be alarmed; the king is not much of a sportsman; he does not take the field on his own account, he only wishes to amuse the ladies.”
The words “to amuse the ladies” were so strongly accented they set D’Artagnan thinking.
“Ah!” said he, looking keenly at the falconer.
The keeper of the harriers smiled, no doubt with a view of making it up with the musketeer.
“Oh! you may safely laugh,” said D’Artagnan; “I know nothing of current news; I only arrived yesterday, after a month’s absence. I left the court mourning the death of the queen-mother. The king was not willing to take any amusement after receiving the last sigh of Anne of Austria; but everything comes to an end in this world. Well! then he is no longer sad? So much the better.” [8]
“And everything begins as well as ends,” said the keeper with a coarse laugh.
“Ah!” said D’Artagnan, a second time,—he burned to know, but dignity would not allow him to interrogate people below him,—“there is something beginning, then, it seems?”
The keeper gave him a significant wink; but D’Artagnan was unwilling to learn anything from this man.
“Shall we see the king early?” asked he of the falconer.