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eminence?"
"That if the astrologer in question made almanacs I would
advise him not to buy one."
"Why not?"
"Because before you could escape you would have to be turned
into a bird."
"Unfortunately, that is true. Let us go and have a game at
tennis, La Ramee."
"My lord -- I beg your highnesss pardon -- but I must beg
for half an hours leave of absence."
"Why?"
"Because Monseigneur Mazarin is a prouder man than his
highness, though not of such high birth: he forgot to ask me
to breakfast."
"Well, shall I send for some breakfast here?"
"No, my lord; I must tell you that the confectioner who
lived opposite the castle -- Daddy Marteau, as they called
him ---- "
"Well?"
"Well, he sold his business a week ago to a confectioner
from Paris, an invalid, ordered country air for his health."
"Well, what have I to do with that?"
"Why, good Lord! this man, your highness, when he saw me
stop before his shop, where he has a display of things which
would make your mouth water, my lord, asked me to get him
the custom of the prisoners in the donjon. `I bought, said
he, `the business of my predecessor on the strength of his
assurance that he supplied the castle; whereas, on my honor,
Monsieur de Chavigny, though Ive been here a week, has not
ordered so much as a tartlet. `But, I then replied,
`probably Monsieur de Chavigny is afraid your pastry is not
good. `My pastry not good! Well, Monsieur La Ramee, you
shall judge of it yourself and at once. `I cannot, I
replied; `it is absolutely necessary for me to return to the
chateau. `Very well, said he, `go and attend to your
affairs, since you seem to be in a hurry, but come back in
half an hour. `In half an hour? `Yes, have you
breakfasted? `Faith, no. `Well, here is a pate that will
be ready for you, with a bottle of old Burgundy. So, you
see, my lord, since I am hungry, I would, with your
highnesss leave ---- " And La Ramee bent low.
"Go, then, animal," said the duke; "but remember, I only
allow you half an hour."
"May I promise your custom to the successor of Father
Marteau, my lord?"
"Yes, if he does not put mushrooms in his pies; thou knowest
that mushrooms from the wood of Vincennes are fatal to my
family."
La Ramee went out, but in five minutes one of the officers
of the guard entered in compliance with the strict orders of
the cardinal that the prisoner should never be left alone a
moment.
But during these five minutes the duke had had time to read
again the note from Madame de Montbazon, which proved to the
prisoner that his friends were concerting plans for his
deliverance, but in what way he knew not.
But his confidence in Grimaud, whose petty persecutions he
now perceived were only a blind, increased, and he conceived
the highest opinion of his intellect and resolved to trust
entirely to his guidance.
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In which the Contents of the Pates made by the Successor of
Father Marteau are described.
In half an hour La Ramee returned, full of glee, like most
men who have eaten, and more especially drank to their
hearts content. The pates were excellent, the wine
delicious.
The weather was fine and the game at tennis took place in
the open air.
At two oclock the tennis balls began, according to
Grimauds directions, to take the direction of the moat,
much to the joy of La Ramee, who marked fifteen whenever the
duke sent a ball into the moat; and very soon balls were
wanting, so many had gone over. La Ramee then proposed to
send some one to pick them up, but the duke remarked that it
would be losing time; and going near the rampart himself and
looking over, he saw a man working in one of the numerous
little gardens cleared out by the peasants on the opposite
side of the moat.
"Hey, friend!" cried the duke.
The man raised his head and the duke was about to utter a
cry of surprise. The peasant, the gardener, was Rochefort,
whom he believed to be in the Bastile.
"Well? Whos up there?" said the man.
"Be so good as to collect and throw us back our balls," said
the duke.
The gardener nodded and began to fling up the balls, which
were picked up by La Ramee and the guard. One, however, fell
at the dukes feet, and seeing that it was intended for him,
he put it into his pocket.
La Ramee was in ecstasies at having
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