Part 69 (1/2)
They walked on to the second court. ”Now, then,” whispered Toulan, ”for caution and thoughtfulness! Tomorrow at ten o'clock I will be standing before the door, and you will call me in to help you in your moving.”
”I wish it were all over,” groaned Simon. ”It seems to me as if my head were shaking on my shoulders, and my heart beats as if I were a young girl.”
”Courage, Simon, only courage! Remember that tomorrow you are to be a free and a rich man. Then, as soon as you give your basket to the washerwoman at the Macon gate, I will pay you the promised twenty thousand francs. And--”
”Halt!” cried the sentinel at the entrance to the Temple. ”No one can go in here without a pa.s.s.”
”You do not want a pa.s.s for my rocking-horse, brother citizen, do you?” asked Simon, with a laugh.
”Nonsense! I am speaking about the commissioner.”
”He is going of himself, and does not want to go in. But look him square in the face, for he will come to-morrow morning again. I have secured him in advance, to help me in moving out. Bring a wagon along, commissioner, for the things will be too heavy to carry without one. And now help put the horse on my shoulders. So! Well, then, to-morrow morning at ten, commissioner.”
”To-morrow morning at ten,” replied Toulan, nodding to Simon, and slowly sauntering through the court. He stopped at the outer gate, told the porter that he was going to a.s.sist Simon in his moving on the morrow, and then asked in an indifferent tone whether Simon's successor at the Temple was appointed.
”Why, would you like the place?” asked the porter, gruffly.
”No, indeed, not I! I have no taste for such work. It must be an awful air in the prison.”
”It is that,” replied the porter. ”And so after Simon has moved out, they are going to cleanse the place a little, and give it an airing, and the successor will move in about noon.”
”Well, I don't envy the man who moves in,” said Toulan, with a laugh. ”Good-by, citizen, we shall see each other to-morrow.”
He went out into the street, and slowly sauntered along. At the end of it he stopped and gave a trifle to a beggar who, supported by a crutch, was leaning against a house.
”Is it all right thus far?”
”Yes, marquis, thank G.o.d, thus far every thing has gone on well. The horse is in the Temple, and nothing is discovered.”
”May the grace of G.o.d stand by us to-morrow!” whispered the beggar.
”You are sure that all the arrangements are carefully attended to?”
”Entirely sure, M. de Jarjayes. While you are leaving Paris in the garb of a washerwoman, our two allies will both be driving out of two other gates, with the boy, in stylish carriages.”
”And it will be you, Toulan, who will have saved the King of France,” whispered the beggar. ”Oh! be sure that all France will thank you for it some day, and give you the t.i.tle of savior of your country!”
”Baron,” said Toulan, shaking his head, ”for me there is but one t.i.tle of honor, that which the Queen of France gave me. I am called Fidele, and I want no other name. But this one I will maintain so long as I live. Good-by till we meet to-morrow at the Porte Macon!”
Little Prince Louis Charles received the hobby-horse, which Simon carried into the chamber, with a little more interest than in the case of the other playthings. He even raised himself up a little on his mattress, and directed a long, searching gaze at the tall, handsome wooden creature.
”Well,” asked the official, who had gone with Simon into the dungeon, and had watched the effect of the toy, ”well, how does your horse please you, little Capet?”
The boy nodded slowly, but made no reply; he only reached out his long, thin, right hand, and made a motion as if he wanted to rise.
”To-morrow, little Capet,” cried Jeanne Marie, holding him back.
”To-day you must keep entirely still, so the doctor said, and I will cut your hair off directly, as the doctor ordered. But I should like to have you here, citizen, and oversee the operation. The boy will look much changed, when his long, yellow hair is cut off, and afterward it might be supposed--”
”Yes, certainly,” interrupted Simon, with a laugh, ”afterward it might be supposed that it is not the stupid youngster who has troubled us so long, that out of pure tenderness and love we had taken him along with us.”