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<h2> Chapter IX. At Sea. </h2>
<p>The following day was somewhat calmer, although the gale still continued.
The sun had, however, risen through a bank of orange clouds, tingeing with
its cheerful rays the crests of the black waves. Watch was impatiently
kept from the different look-outs. Towards eleven o'clock in the morning a
ship, with sails full set, was signalled as in view; two others followed
at the distance of about half a knot. They approached like arrows shot
from the bow of a skillful archer; and yet the sea ran so high that their
speed was as nothing compared to the rolling of the billows in which the
vessels were plunging first in one direction and then in another. The
English fleet was soon recognized by the line of the ships, and by the
color of their pennants; the one which had the princess on board and
carried the admiral's flag preceded the others.</p>
<p>The rumor now spread that the princess was arriving. The whole French
court ran to the harbor, while the quays and jetties were soon covered by
crowds of people. Two hours afterwards, the other vessels had overtaken
the flagship, and the three, not venturing perhaps to enter the narrow
entrance of the harbor, cast anchor between Le Havre and La Heve. When the
maneuver had been completed, the vessel which bore the admiral saluted
France by twelve discharges of cannon, which were returned, discharge for
discharge, from Fort Francis I. Immediately afterwards a hundred boats
were launched; they were covered with the richest stuffs, and destined for
the conveyance of the different members of the French nobility towards the
vessels at anchor. But when it was observed that even inside the harbor
the boats were tossed to and fro, and that beyond the jetty the waves rose
mountains high, dashing upon the shore with a terrible uproar, it was
readily believed that not one of those frail boats would be able with
safety to reach a fourth part of the distance between the shore and the
vessels at anchor. A pilot-boat, however, notwithstanding the wind and the
sea, was getting ready to leave the harbor, for the purpose of placing
itself at the admiral's disposal.</p>
<p>De Guiche, who had been looking among the different boats for one stronger
than the others, which might offer a chance of reaching the English
vessels, perceiving the pilot-boat getting ready to start, said to Raoul:
"Do you not think, Raoul, that intelligent and vigorous men, as we are,
ought to be ashamed to retreat before the brute strength of wind and
waves?"</p>
<p>"That is precisely the very reflection I was silently making to myself,"
replied Bragelonne.</p>
<p>"Shall we get into that boat, then, and push off? Will you come, De
Wardes?"</p>
<p>"Take care, or you will get drowned," said Manicamp.</p>
<p>"And for no purpose," said De Wardes, "for with the wind in your teeth, as
it will be, you will never reach the vessels."</p>
<p>"You refuse, then?"</p>
<p>"Assuredly I do; I would willingly risk and lose my life in an encounter
against men," he said, glancing at Bragelonne, "but as to fighting with
oars against waves, I have no taste for that."</p>
<p>"And for myself," said Manicamp, "even were I to succeed in reaching the
ships, I should not be indifferent to the loss of the only good dress
which I have left,—salt water would spoil it."</p>
<p>"You, then, refuse also?" exclaimed De Guiche.</p>
<p>"Decidedly I do; I beg you to understand that most distinctly."</p>
<p>"But," exclaimed De Guiche, "look, De Wardes—look, Manicamp—look
yonder, the princesses are looking at us from the poop of the admiral's
vessel."</p>
<p>"An additional reason, my dear fellow, why we should not make ourselves
ridiculous by being drowned while they are looking on."</p>
<p>"Is that your last word, Manicamp?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"And then yours, De Wardes?"</p>
<p>"Yes."</p>
<p>"Then I go alone."</p>
<p>"Not so," said Raoul, "for I shall accompany you; I thought it was
understood I should do so."</p>
<p>The fact is, that Raoul, uninfluenced by devotion, measuring the risk they
run, saw how imminent the danger was, but he willingly allowed himself to
accept a peril which De Wardes had declined.</p>
<p>The boat was about to set off when De Guiche called to the pilot. "Stay,"
said he: "we want two places in your boat;" and wrapping five or six
pistoles in paper, he threw them from the quay into the boat.</p>
<p>"It seems you are not afraid of salt water, young gentlemen."</p>
<p>"We are afraid of nothing," replied De Guiche.</p>
<p>"Come along, then."</p>
<p>The pilot approached the side of the boat, and the two young men, one
after the other, with equal vivacity, jumped into the boat. "Courage, my
men," said De Guiche; "I have twenty pistoles left in this purse, and as
soon as we reach the admiral's vessel they shall be yours." The sailors
bent themselves to their oars, and the boat bounded over the crest of the
waves. The interest taken in this hazardous expedition was universal; the
whole population of Le Havre hurried towards the jetties and every look
was directed towards the little bark; at one moment it flew suspended on
the crest of the foaming waves, then suddenly glided downwards towards the
bottom of a raging abyss, where it seemed utterly lost. At the expiration
of an hour's struggling with the waves, it reached the spot where the
admiral's vessel was anchored, and from the side of which two boats had
already been dispatched towards their aid. Upon the quarter-deck of the
flagship, sheltered by a canopy of velvet and ermine, which was suspended
by stout supports, Henriette, the queen dowager, and the young princess—with
the admiral, the Duke of Norfolk, standing beside them—watched with
alarm this slender bark, at one moment tossed to the heavens, and the next
buried beneath the waves, and against whose dark sail the noble figures of
the two French gentlemen stood forth in relief like two luminous
apparitions. The crew, leaning against the bulwarks and clinging to the
shrouds, cheered the courage of the two daring young men, the skill of the
pilot, and the strength of the sailors. They were received at the side of
the vessel by a shout of triumph. The Duke of Norfolk, a handsome young
man, from twenty-six to twenty-eight years of age, advanced to meet them.
De Guiche and Bragelonne lightly mounted the ladder on the starboard side,
and, conducted by the Duke of Norfolk, who resumed his place near them,
they approached to offer their homage to the princess. Respect, and yet
more, a certain apprehension, for which he could not account, had hitherto
restrained the Comte de Guiche from looking at Madame attentively, who,
however, had observed him immediately, and had asked her mother, "Is not
that Monsieur in the boat yonder?" Madame Henriette, who knew Monsieur
better than her daughter did, smiled at the mistake her vanity had led her
into, and had answered, "No; it is only M. de Guiche, his favorite." The
princess, at this reply, was constrained to check an instinctive
tenderness of feeling which the courage displayed by the count had
awakened. At the very moment the princess had put this question to her
mother, De Guiche had, at last, summoned courage to raise his eyes towards
her and could compare the original with the portrait he had so lately
seen. No sooner had he remarked her pale face, her eyes so full of
animation, her beautiful nut-brown hair, her expressive lips, and her
every gesture, which, while betokening royal descent, seemed to thank and
to encourage him at one and the same time, than he was, for a moment, so
overcome, that, had it not been for Raoul, on whose arm he leant, he would
have fallen. His friend's amazed look, and the encouraging gesture of the
queen, restored Guiche to his self-possession. In a few words he explained
his mission, explained in what way he had become envoy of his royal
highness; and saluted, according to their rank and the reception they gave
him, the admiral and several of the English noblemen who were grouped
around the princess.</p>
<p>Raoul was then presented, and was most graciously received; the share that
the Comte de la Fere had had in the restoration of Charles II. was known
to all; and, more than that, it was the comte who had been charged with
the negotiation of the marriage, by means of which the granddaughter of
Henry IV. was now returning to France. Raoul spoke English perfectly, and
constituted himself his friend's interpreter with the young English
noblemen, who were indifferently acquainted with the French language. At
this moment, a young man came forward, of extremely handsome features, and
whose dress and arms were remarkable for their extravagance of material.
He approached the princesses, who were engaged in conversation with the
Duke of Norfolk, and, in a voice which ill concealed his impatience, said,
"It is now time to disembark, your royal highness." The younger of the
princesses rose from her seat at this remark, and was about to take the
hand which the young nobleman extended to her, with an eagerness which
arose from a variety of motives, when the admiral intervened between them,
observing: "A moment, if you please, my lord; it is not possible for
ladies to disembark just now, the sea is too rough; it is probable the
wind may abate before sunset, and the landing will not be effected,
therefore, until this evening."</p>
<p>"Allow me to observe, my lord," said Buckingham, with an irritation of
manner which he did not seek to disguise, "you detain these ladies, and
you have no right to do so. One of them, unhappily, now belongs to France,
and you perceive that France claims them by the voice of her ambassadors;"
and at the same moment he indicated Raoul and Guiche, whom he saluted.</p>
<p>"I cannot suppose that these gentlemen intend to expose the lives of their
royal highnesses," replied the admiral.</p>
<p>"These gentlemen," retorted Buckingham, "arrived here safely,
notwithstanding the wind; allow me to believe that the danger will not be
greater for their royal highnesses when the wind will be in their favor."</p>
<p>"These envoys have shown how great their courage is," said the admiral.
"You may have observed that there was a great number of persons on shore
who did <i>not</i> venture to accompany them. Moreover, the desire which
they had to show their respect with the least possible delay to Madame and
her illustrious mother, induced them to brave the sea, which is very
tempestuous to-day, even for sailors. These gentlemen, however, whom I
recommend as an example for my officers to follow, can hardly be so for
these ladies."</p>
<p>Madame glanced at the Comte de Guiche, and perceived that his face was
burning with confusion. This look had escaped Buckingham, who had eyes for
nothing but Norfolk, of whom he was evidently very jealous; he seemed
anxious to remove the princesses from the deck of a vessel where the
admiral reigned supreme. "In that case," returned Buckingham, "I appeal to
Madame herself."</p>
<p>"And I, my lord," retorted the admiral, "I appeal to my own conscience,
and to my own sense of responsibility. I have undertaken to convey Madame
safe and sound to France, and I shall keep my promise."</p>
<p>"But, sir—" continued Buckingham.</p>
<p>"My lord, permit me to remind you that I command here."</p>
<p>"Are you aware what you are saying, my lord?" replied Buckingham,
haughtily.</p>
<p>"Perfectly so; I therefore repeat it: I alone command here, all yield
obedience to me; the sea and the winds, the ships and men too." This
remark was made in a dignified and authoritative manner. Raoul observed
its effect upon Buckingham, who trembled with anger from head to foot, and
leaned against one of the poles of the tent to prevent himself falling;
his eyes became suffused with blood, and the hand which he did not need
for his support wandered towards the hilt of his sword.</p>
<p>"My lord," said the queen, "permit me to observe that I agree in every
particular with the Duke of Norfolk; if the heavens, instead of being
clouded as they are at the present moment, were perfectly serene and
propitious, we can still afford to bestow a few hours upon the officer who
has conducted us so successfully, and with such extreme attention, to the
French coast, where he is to take leave of us."</p>
<p>Buckingham, instead of replying, seemed to seek counsel from the
expression of Madame's face. She, however, half-concealed beneath the
thick curtains of the velvet and gold which sheltered her, had not
listened to the discussion, having been occupied in watching the Comte de
Guiche, who was conversing with Raoul. This was a fresh misfortune for
Buckingham, who fancied he perceived in Madame Henrietta's look a deeper
feeling than that of curiosity. He withdrew, almost tottering in his gait,
and nearly stumbled against the mainmast of the ship.</p>
<p>"The duke has not acquired a steady footing yet," said the queen-mother,
in French, "and that may possibly be his reason for wishing to find
himself on firm land again."</p>
<p>The young man overheard this remark, turned suddenly pale, and, letting
his hands fall in great discouragement by his side, drew aside, mingling
in one sigh his old affection and his new hatreds. The admiral, however,
without taking any further notice of the duke's ill-humor, led the
princesses into the quarter-deck cabin, where dinner had been served with
a magnificence worthy in every respect of his guests. The admiral seated
himself at the right hand of the princess, and placed the Comte de Guiche
on her left. This was the place Buckingham usually occupied; and when he
entered the cabin, how profound was his unhappiness to see himself
banished by etiquette from the presence of his sovereign, to a position
inferior to that which, by rank, he was entitled to. De Guiche, on the
other hand, paler still perhaps from happiness, than his rival was from
anger, seated himself tremblingly next to the princess, whose silken robe,
as it lightly touched him, caused a tremor of mingled regret and happiness
to pass through his whole frame. The repast finished, Buckingham darted
forward to hand Madame Henrietta from the table; but this time it was De
Guiche's turn to give the duke a lesson. "Have the goodness, my lord, from
this moment," said he, "not to interpose between her royal highness and
myself. From this moment, indeed, her royal highness belongs to France,
and when she deigns to honor me by touching my hand it is the hand of
Monsieur, the brother of the king of France, she touches."</p>
<p>And saying this, he presented his hand to Madame Henrietta with such
marked deference, and at the same time with a nobleness of mien so
intrepid, that a murmur of admiration rose from the English, whilst a
groan of despair escaped from Buckingham's lips. Raoul, who loved,
comprehended it all. He fixed upon his friend one of those profound looks
which a bosom friend or mother can alone extend, either as protector or
guardian, over the one who is about to stray from the right path. Towards
two o'clock in the afternoon the sun shone forth anew, the wind subsided,
the sea became smooth as a crystal mirror, and the fog, which had shrouded
the coast, disappeared like a veil withdrawn before it. The smiling hills
of France appeared in full view, with their numerous white houses rendered
more conspicuous by the bright green of the trees or the clear blue sky.</p>
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