The Greatest Historical Novels. Rafael Sabatini
brotherhood—and an act of self-defence. It could be opposed only by vile reactionaries and insidious counter-revolutionaries. He would welcome this opposition, for it would disclose to them heads that were ripe for the national scythe.
With that formidable threat he stayed opposition before it was raised.
Then he passed on. He pointed out the vulnerability of their enemies upon the seas. The ships of the Bourbon, who ruled in Spain and Naples, and whose subsidies maintained abroad the French members of that evil brood, plied the Mediterranean. Austrians sailed there, too, a menace to the shores of France. Even more insidious the keels of the papal galleys ploughed those waters, manned by the myrmidons of a pestilential Church, whose poisonous doctrines had for centuries held the souls of men in bondage. To make war upon these, to conduct against them a holy crusade, if he might employ a word of such evil associations in connection with an aim so lofty and pure, a group of enlightened patriots, whose first motive was the service of the Republic One and Indivisible, had equipped, armed, and manned a fleet of vessels. An interdict had been placed upon these ships, upon the ground that their aim was robbery, and that robbery being an act of anti-civism was not to be countenanced by an enlightened Republic. Oh, what a sophistry was here! How the shadow of evil was employed to obscure the substance of the good! How were men, even the best-intentioned, betrayed by narrow views!
You conceive the remainder of this turgid harangue. The Convention listened, was moved to shame of itself for the decree that it had passed. It might even have been moved to express its condemnation of Delaunay for having demanded this decree, had not Delaunay, in anticipation and self-defence, abased himself in frank acknowledgement of his error as soon as the thunders of applause had ceased to roll in acclamation of Chabot's address. They came not only from the body of legislators, but from the galleries thronged with sectionaries, the women from the markets, the men from the gutter, the riff-raff of Paris which nowadays—ever since the fall of the Girondins—crowded there to keep an eye on the national representatives and to see that they discharged their duties properly.
Never had Chabot enjoyed a greater triumph, and the noise would be ringing even now in the ears of all Paris, borne from the hall of the Convention by the rabble which had acclaimed him.
The man to whom he owed so much, who had persuaded him against his every inclination to undertake this task, was justified of his belief that Chabot would have faith in him in future.
The ex-Capuchin, untidily dressed, his red cap pressed upon his unkempt brown curls, stood flushed before him, with a sparkle in his eyes, a suspicion of swagger in the carriage of his compact figure, his dimpled chin held high above the soiled cravat so loosely knotted that it left bare his muscular throat.
'Faith in you? It needed only that your arguments should be clearly presented. I am never slow, Moreau, to perceive where lies the interest of the people. That is my strength.' And he passed on, strutting with self-sufficiency.
De Batz materialized out of the crowd that filled the hall and reached André-Louis's side. He pointed with his cane.
'The Citizen-Representative carries his nose in the air.'
'Sic itur ad astra,' said André-Louis. 'He'll walk so now with his gaze on the stars until he comes to the precipice. When he goes over it, he'll carry half the Republic with him.'
They were joined by Delaunay, who was out of temper.
'Faith, you burrow and burrow like moles, you two. But what comes of it?'
'You are impatient,' said de Batz. 'A vice, Delaunay.'
'I am poor,' said the deputy, 'and I want money. I doubt if Chabot will ever come into your operations. What need to wait?'
'There is none,' said André-Louis. 'Invest all you can procure in Freys' corsairs, and riches will follow. The Mediterranean venture has the blessing of Chabot and of the Nation and is therefore safe for any patriot.'
Junius Frey, aglow with satisfaction, came to join them, and carried them off to the hospitalities of the Rue d'Anjou.
On their way they came upon Chabot at the corner of the Rue Saint-Thomas du Louvre, addressing a crowd that formed a bread-queue outside a baker's shop. He was haranguing these starvelings upon republican virtue. He assured them that they suffered in the noblest of all causes, and that the consciousness of this would sustain them in these days of tribulation shared by all. He was promising them that they would emerge into a season of fraternal ease and plenty so soon as by their fortitude they had crushed the vile enemies of freedom who sought to break their lofty republican spirit by subjecting them to these hardships.
Despite their hunger, his fiery eloquence intoxicated them. A hoarse cry was raised of 'Vive Chabot!' and rang in the ears of his friends as they approached the scene. Waving his red cap to the famished crowd, Chabot went off, his own mouth watering at the prospect of the succulent fare that awaited him in the Rue d'Anjou.
They entered the courtyard, a cool, pleasant place on that day of oppressive heat, so thick with shrubs as to have almost the appearance of a little garden. In the middle a fountain played, adorned by a figure of Liberty in bronze, by which the ultra-republican Freys had replaced the sylvan god originally presiding there.
They were merry at table. Chabot, exalted by his success, talked much and drank more. He said such beautiful things that the Freys were moved to embrace him, hailing him as the noblest patriot since Curtius, a man worthy of the highest honours that a grateful nation could bestow. Chabot embraced them in return. He insisted upon embracing André-Louis, by whom he had been inspired, and he took advantage of this atmosphere of fraternity and republican love to embrace also the little Léopoldine, who suffered it in terror and sat afterwards with lowered eyes in a flaming agony of shame.
Junius, acting upon a hint from André-Louis, insisted upon rewarding him.
'It is but fitting that you should share in the benefits that will accrue to the Nation from your championship of the cause of these patriotic corsairs. My brother and I are investing five hundred louis for you in the venture.'
Chabot demurred with great dignity. 'A noble action should be disinterested. Only thus can the motive remain pure.'
'The investment these good Freys are making for you,' said André-Louis, 'will be multiplied by ten within six months.'
Chabot permitted himself a mental calculation. Five thousand louis would be a little fortune. Temptation seized him. He remembered, perhaps, the delectable Descoings who had slipped through his fingers because he lacked the golden cords with which to bind such a woman to himself, leaving him only the cross-eyed, sour-tempered Julie Berger to comfort his loneliness. He considered this generous repast which he had shared, whilst those wretches to whom he had preached fortitude were tightening their belts in bread-queues. And André-Louis, innocent of appearance, insidious of speech and manner, was driving the temptation home.
'There is a dignity to be maintained by one who is a leader of this great Nation, and hitherto, Citizen-Representative, you have lacked the means to maintain it. To such shining qualities, such lofty altruism and such consuming patriotism as are yours, there is no need to add the Spartan virtue of frugality.'
The bibulous Chabot embraced them all again, with increasing fervour, and as the little Léopoldine came last, the greatest fervour of those embraces fell to her. She fled thereafter in confusion, on the verge of tears it seemed, to André-Louis.
Of this he was to have later confirmation. As he was departing with de Batz, she appeared before them in the courtyard, emerging from behind a clump of laurel. She was white and trembling.
'Monsieur Moreau,' she begged, reverting to the unpatriotic title in her distress.
André-Louis stood still. De Batz, after a glance and a lift of his heavy brows, went tactfully on towards the wicket.
'I wanted to say, monsieur,' she faltered, and here broke down, to begin again. 'I hope you ... you did not think that I ... that I welcomed the ... the liberties of the Citizen Chabot.'
André-Louis was taken aback. He stared at her, conscious perhaps for the first time of her