〃Why are not my Frenchmen here？〃 he murmured proudly and turning his eyes to the benches where they had appeared for a moment； 〃they would have seen that their friend was worthy of their defense while alive； and of their tears when dead。〃
〃Well；〃 said the president； seeing that Charles was determined to remain silent； 〃so be it。 We will judge you in spite of your silence。 You are accused of treason； of abuse of power； and murder。 The evidence will support it。 Go； and another sitting will acplish what you have postponed in this。〃
Charles rose and turned toward Parry； whom he saw pale and with his temples dewed with moisture。
〃Well； my dear Parry；〃 said he； 〃what is the matter； and what can affect you in this manner？〃
〃Oh； my king；〃 said Parry； with tears in his eyes and in a tone of supplication； 〃do not look to the left as we leave the hall。〃
〃And why； Parry？〃
〃Do not look； I implore you； my king。〃
〃But what is the matter？ Speak；〃 said Charles； attempting to look across the hedge of guards which surrounded him。
〃It is but you will not look； will you？ it is because they have had the axe； with which criminals are executed； brought and placed there on the table。 The sight is hideous。〃
〃Fools；〃 said Charles； 〃do they take me for a coward； like themselves？ You have done well to warn me。 Thank you； Parry。〃
When the moment arrived the king followed his guards out of the hall。 As he passed the table on which the axe was laid； he stopped； and turning with a smile； said：
〃Ah！ the axe； an ingenious device； and well worthy of those who know not what a gentleman is； you frighten me not； executioner's axe；〃 added he； touching it with the cane which he held in his hand； 〃and I strike you now； waiting patiently and Christianly for you to return the blow。〃
And shrugging his shoulders with unaffected contempt he passed on。 When he reached the door a stream of people； who had been disappointed in not being able to get into the house and to make amends had collected to see him e out； stood on each side； as he passed； many among them glaring on him with threatening looks。
〃How many people；〃 thought he； 〃and not one true friend。〃
And as he uttered these words of doubt and depression within his mind； a voice beside him said：
〃Respect to fallen majesty。〃
The king turned quickly around； with tears in his eyes and heart。 It was an old soldier of the guards who could not see his king pass captive before him without rendering him this final homage。 But the next moment the unfortunate man was nearly killed with heavy blows of sword…hilts； and among those who set upon him the king recognized Captain Groslow。
〃Alas！〃 said Charles； 〃that is a severe chastisement for a very trifling fault。〃
He continued his walk； but he had scarcely gone a hundred paces； when a furious fellow； leaning between two soldiers； spat in the king's face； as once an infamous and accursed Jew spit in the face of Jesus of Nazareth。 Loud roars of laughter and sullen murmurs arose together。 The crowd opened and closed again； undulating like a stormy sea； and the king imagined that he saw shining in the midst of this living wave the bright eyes of Athos。
Charles wiped his face and said with a sad smile： 〃Poor wretch； for half a crown he would do as much to his own father。〃
The king was not mistaken。 Athos and his friends； again mingling with the throng； were taking a last look at the martyr king。
When the soldier saluted Charles； Athos's heart bounded for joy； and that unfortunate； on ing to himself； found ten guineas that the French gentleman had slipped into his pocket。 But when the cowardly insulter spat in the face of the captive monarch Athos grasped his dagger。 But D'Artagnan stopped his hand and in a hoarse voice cried； 〃Wait！〃
Athos stopped。 D'Artagnan； leaning on Athos； made a sign to Porthos and Aramis to keep near them and then placed himself behind the man with the bare arms； who was still laughing at his own vile pleasantry and receiving the congratulations of several others。
The man took his way toward the city。 The four friends followed him。 The man； who had the appearance of being a butcher； descended a little steep and isolated street； looking on to the river； with two of his friends。 Arrived at the bank of the river the three men perceived that they were followed； turned around； and looking insolently at the Frenchmen； passed some jests from one to another。
〃I don't know English； Athos；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃but you know it and will interpret for me。〃
Then quickening their steps they passed the three men； but turned back immediately； and D'Artagnan walked straight up to the butcher and touching him on the chest with the tip of his finger； said to Athos：
〃Say this to him in English： ‘You are a coward。 You have insulted a defenseless man。 You have defouled the face of your king。 You must die。'〃
Athos； pale as a ghost； repeated these words to the man； who； seeing the bodeful preparations that were making； put himself in an attitude of defense。 Aramis； at this movement； drew his sword。
〃No；〃 cried D'Artagnan； 〃no steel。 Steel is for gentlemen。〃
And seizing the butcher by the throat：
〃Porthos；〃 said he； 〃kill this fellow for me with a single blow。〃
Porthos raised his terrible fist； which whistled through the air like a sling； and the portentous mass fell with a smothered crash on the insulter's skull and crushed it。 The man fell like an ox beneath the poleaxe。 His panions； horror…struck； could neither move nor cry out。
〃Tell them this； Athos；〃 resumed D'Artagnan； 〃thus shall all die who forget that a captive man is sacred and that a captive king doubly represents the Lord。〃
Athos repeated D'Artagnan's words。
The fellows looked at the body of their panion； swimming in blood； and then recovering voice and legs together； ran screaming off。
〃Justice is done；〃 said Porthos； wiping his forehead。
〃And now；〃 said D'Artagnan to Athos； 〃entertain no further doubts about me； I undertake all that concerns the king。〃
Whitehall
The parliament condemned Charles to death； as might have been foreseen。 Political judgments are generally vain formalities； for the same passions which give rise to the accusation ordain to the condemnation。 Such is the atrocious logic of revolutions。
Although our friends were expecting that condemnation； it filled them with grief。 D'Artagnan； whose mind was never more fertile in resources than in critical emergencies； swore again that he would try all conceivable means to prevent the denouement of the bloody tragedy。 But by what means？ As yet he could form no definite plan； all must depend on circumstances。 Meanwhile； it was necessary at all hazards； in order to gain time； to put some obstacle in the way of the execution on the following day the day appointed by the judges。 The only way of doing that was to cause the disappearance of the London executioner。 The headsman out of the way； the sentence could not be executed。 True； they could send for the headsman of the nearest town； but at least a day would be gained； and a day might be sufficient for the rescue。 D'Artagnan took upon himself that more than difficult task。
Another thing； not less essential； was to warn Charles Stuart of the attempt to be made； so that he might assist his rescuers as much as possible； or at least do nothing to thwart their efforts。 Aramis assumed that perilous charge。 Charles Stuart had asked that Bishop Juxon might be permitted to visit him。 Mordaunt had called on the bishop that very evening to apprise him of the religious desire expressed by the king and also of Cromwell's permission。 Aramis determined to obtain from the bishop； through fear or by persuasion； consent that he should enter in the bishop's place； and clad in his sacerdotal robes； the prison at Whitehall。
Finally； Athos undertook to provide； in any event； the means of leaving England in case either of failure or of success。
The night having e they made an appointment to meet at eleven o'clock at the hotel； and each started out to fulfill his dangerous mission。
The palace of Whitehall was guarded by three regiments of cavalry and by the fierce anxiety of Cromwell； who came and went or sent his generals or his agents continually。 Alone in his usual room； lighted by two candles； the condemned monarch gazed sadly on the luxury of his past greatness； just as at the last hour one sees the images of life more mildly brilliant than of yore。
Parry had not quitted his master； and since his condemnation had not ceased to weep。 Charles； leaning on a table； was gazing at a medallion of his wife and daughter； he was waiting first for Juxon； then for martyrdom。
At times he thought of those brave French gentlemen who had appeared to him from a distance of a hundred leagues fabulous and unreal； like the forms that appear in dreams。 In fact； he sometimes asked himself if all that was happening to him was not a dream； or at least the delirium of a fever。 He rose and took a few steps as if to rouse himself from his torpor and went as far as the window； he saw glittering below him the muskets of the guards。 He was thereupon constrained to admit that he was indeed awake and that his bloody dream was real。
Charles returned in silence to his chair； rested his elbow on the table； bowed his head upon his hand and reflected。
〃Alas！〃 he said to himself； 〃if I only had for a confessor one of those lights of the church； whose soul has sounded all the mysteries of life； all the littlenesses of greatness； perhaps his utterance would overawe the voice that wails within my soul。 But I shall have a priest of vulgar mind； whose career and fortune I have ruined by my misfortune。 He will speak to me of God and death； as he has spoken to many another dying man； not understanding that this one leaves his throne to an usurper； his children to the cold contempt of public charity。〃
And he raised the medallion to his lips。
It was a dull； foggy night。 A neighboring church clock slowly struck the hour。 The flickering light of the two candles showed fitful phantom shadows in the lofty room。 These were the ancestors of Charles； standing b