"Now," said D'Artagnan, "for the actual man. We must cut off our hair, that the populace may not insult us. As we no longer wear the sword of the gentleman we may as well have the head of the Puritan. This, as you know, is the important point of distinction between the Covenanter and the Cavalier."
After some discussion this was agreed to and Musqueton played the role of barber.
"We look hideous," said Athos.
"And smack of the Puritan to a frightful extent," said Aramis.
"My head feels actually cold," said Porthos.
"As for me, I feel anxious to preach a sermon," said D'Artagnan.
"Now," said Athos, "that we cannot even recognize one another and have therefore no fear of others recognizing us, let us go and see the king's entrance."
They had not been long in the crowd before loud cries announced the king's arrival. A carriage had been sent to meet him, and the gigantic Porthos, who stood a head above the entire rabble, soon announced that he saw the royal equipage approaching. D'Artagnan raised himself on tiptoe, and as the carriage passed, saw Harrison at one window and Mordaunt at the other.
The next day, Athos, leaning out of his window, which looked upon the most populous part of the city, heard the Act of Parliament, which summoned the ex-king, Charles I., to the bar, publicly cried.
"Parliament indeed!" cried Athos. "Parliament can never have passed such an act as that."
At this moment the landlord came in.
"Did parliament pass this act?" Athos asked of him in English.
"Yes, my lord, the pure parliament."
"What do you mean by `the pure parliament'? Are there, then, two parliaments?"
"My friend," D'Artagnan interrupted, "as I don't understand English and we all understand Spanish, have the kindness to speak to us in that language, which, since it is your own, you must find pleasure in using when you have the chance."
"Ah! excellent!" said Aramis.
As to Porthos, all his attention was concentrated on the allurements of the breakfast table.
"You were asking, then?" said the host in Spanish.
"I asked," said Athos, in the same language, "if there are two parliaments, a pure and an impure?"
"Why, how extraordinary!" said Porthos, slowly raising his head and looking at his friends with an air of astonishment, "I understand English, then! I understand what you say!"
"That is because we are talking Spanish, my dear friend," said Athos.
"Oh, the devil!" said Porthos, "I am sorry for that; it would have been one language more."
"When I speak of the pure parliament," resumed the host, "I mean the one which Colonel Bridge has weeded."
"Ah! really," said D'Artagnan, "these people are very ingenious. When I go back to France I must suggest some such convenient course to Cardinal Mazarin and the coadjutor. One of them will weed the parliament in the name of the court, and the other in the name of the people; and then there won't be any parliament at all."
"And who is this Colonel Bridge?" asked Aramis, "and how does he go to work to weed the parliament?"
"Colonel Bridge," replied the Spaniard, "is a retired wagoner, a man of much sense, who made one valuable observation whilst driving his team, namely, that where there happened to be a stone on the road, it was much easier to remove the stone than try and make the wheel pass over it. Now, of two hundred and fifty-one members who composed the parliament, there were one hundred and ninety-one who were in the way and might have upset his political wagon. He took them up, just as he formerly used to take up the stones from the road, and threw them out of the house."
"Neat," remarked D'Artagnan. "Very!"
"And all these one hundred and ninety-one were Royalists?" asked Athos.
"Without doubt, senor; and you understand that they would have saved the king."
"To be sure," said Porthos, with majestic common sense;
"they were in the majority."
"And you think," said Aramis, "he will consent to appear before such a tribunal?"
"He will be forced to do so," smiled the Spaniard.
"Now, Athos!" said D'Artagnan, "do you begin to believe that it's a ruined cause, and that what with your Harrisons, Joyces, Bridges and Cromwells, we shall never get the upper hand?"
"The king will be delivered at the tribunal," said Athos;
"the very silence of his supporters indicates that they are at work."
D'Artagnan shrugged his shoulders.
"But," said Aramis, "if they dare to condemn their king, it can only be to exile or imprisonment."
D'Artagnan whistled a little air of incredulity.
"We shall see," said Athos, "for we shall go to the sittings, I presume."
"You will not have long to wait," said the landlord; "they begin to-morrow."
"So, then, they drew up the indictments before the king was taken?"
"Of course," said D'Artagnan; "they began the day he was sold."
"And you know," said Aramis, "that it was our friend Mordaunt who made, if not the bargain, at least the overtures."
"And you know," added D'Artagnan, "that whenever I catch him I will kill him, this Mordaunt."
"And I, too," exclaimed Porthos.
"And I, too," added Aramis.
"Touching unanimity!" cried D'Artagnan, "which well becomes good citizens like us. Let us take a turn around the town and imbibe a little fog."
"Yes," said Porthos, "'twill be at least a little change from beer."
