D'Artagnan travels for the House of Planchet and Company.
The hostelry of "Le Grand Monarque" was situated in a little street parallel to the port without looking out upon the port itself.Some lanes cut -- as steps cut the two parallels of the ladder -- the two great straight lines of the port and the street.By these lanes passengers came suddenly from the port into the street, or from the street on to the port.D'Artagnan, arrived at the port, took one of these lanes, and came out in front of the hostelry of "Le Grand Monarque." The moment was well chosen and might remind D'Artagnan of his start in life at the hostelry of the "Franc-Meunier" at Meung.Some sailors who had been playing at dice had started a quarrel, and were threatening each other furiously.The host, hostess, and two lads were watching with anxiety the circle of these angry gamblers, from the midst of which war seemed ready to break forth, bristling with knives and hatchets.The play, nevertheless, was continued.A stone bench was occupied by two men, who appeared thence to watch the door; four tables, placed at the back of the common chamber, were occupied by eight other individuals.Neither the men at the door, nor those at the tables, took any part in the play or the quarrel.D'Artagnan recognized his ten men in these cold, indifferent spectators.The quarrel went on increasing.Every passion has, like the sea, its tide which ascends and descends.
Reaching the climax of passion, one sailor overturned the table and the money which was upon it.The table fell, and the money rolled about.In an instant all belonging to the hostelry threw themselves upon the stakes, and many a piece of silver was picked up by people who stole away whilst the sailors were scuffling with each other.
The two men on the bench and the eight at the tables, although they seemed perfect strangers to each other, these ten men alone, we say, appeared to have agreed to remain impassible amidst the cries of fury and the chinking of money.Two only contented themselves with pushing with their feet combatants who came under their table.Two others, rather than take part in this disturbance, buried their hands in their pockets; and another two jumped upon the table they occupied, as people do to avoid being submerged by overflowing water.
"Come, come," said D'Artagnan to himself, not having lost one of the details we have related, "this is a very fair gathering -- circumspect, calm, accustomed to disturbance, acquainted with blows! Peste! I have been lucky."All at once his attention was called to a particular part of the room.The two men who had pushed the strugglers with their feet were assailed with abuse by the sailors, who had become reconciled.One of them, half drunk with passion, and quite drunk with beer, came, in a menacing manner, to demand of the shorter of these two sages by what right he had touched with his foot creatures of the good God, who were not dogs.And whilst putting this question, in order to make it more direct, he applied his great fist to the nose of D'Artagnan's recruit.
This man became pale, without its being to be discerned whether his pallor arose from anger or from fear; seeing which, the sailor concluded it was from fear, and raised his fist with the manifest intention of letting it fall upon the head of the stranger.But though the threatened man did not appear to move, he dealt the sailor such a severe blow in the stomach that he sent him rolling and howling to the other side of the room.At the same instant, rallied by the esprit de corps, all the comrades of the conquered man fell upon the conqueror.
The latter, with the same coolness of which he had given proof, without committing the imprudence of touching his weapons, took up a beer-pot with a pewter-lid, and knocked down two or three of his assailants; then, as he was about to yield to numbers, the seven other silent men at the tables, who had not stirred, perceived that their cause was at stake, and came to the rescue.At the same time, the two indifferent spectators at the door turned round with frowning brows, indicating their evident intention of taking the enemy in the rear, if the enemy did not cease their aggressions.
The host, his helpers, and two watchmen who were passing, and who from curiosity had penetrated too far into the room, were mixed up in the tumult and showered with blows.The Parisians hit like Cyclops, with an ensemble and a tactic delightful to behold.At length, obliged to beat a retreat before superior numbers, they formed an intrenchment behind the large table, which they raised by main force; whilst the two others, arming themselves each with a trestle, and using it like a great sledge-hammer, knocked down at a blow eight sailors upon whose heads they had brought their monstrous catapult in play.The floor was already strewn with wounded, and the room filled with cries and dust, when D'Artagnan, satisfied with the test, advanced, sword in hand, and striking with the pommel every head that came in his way, he uttered a vigorous hola! which put an instantaneous end to the conflict.A great backflood directly took place from the center to the sides of the room, so that D'Artagnan found himself isolated and dominator.
"What is all this about?" then demanded he of the assembly, with the majestic tone of Neptune pronouncing the Quos ego.