This letter of yours
be
You swear.
I swear
Villefort rang the bell and the sheriff came in. Villefort whispered a few words in his ear and the sheriff nodded knowingly.
Go with him, villefort told dantes. dantes bowed gratefully to villefort and went behind him. villefort was exhausted before the door was closed. he couldn’t live any longer and lay groggy in a chair.
After a while, he murmured, my emperor’s fake prosecutor is in Marseilles at this time, but he found the trial judge instead of calling me. That’s it. This letter of accusation almost sent me to ten levels of hell. Oh, my father, will you ever hinder my success in the past? Suddenly, a smile crossed his face, and his hesitant eyes became firm. He seemed to be preoccupied with an idea.
It’s a good idea. He said that this letter would mean that I was finished. It might make me successful in official career. He looked around and made sure that the prisoner had left the future prosecutor, so he hurried to his bride’s house.
Chapter 8 Fort Yves
When the sheriff passed through the living room, he made a sign to two gendarmes, and they followed, one on the right of Dantes, one on his left and one leading to the courtyard gate. They passed through a long and gloomy corridor, and the appearance of which even the boldest person would shudder. The court prison is a big dark building, and from its grating window, Dantes finally saw an iron gate, and the sheriff knocked three times at the door, and Dantes felt that every one of them. Knocking on his heart was like a door. Two gendarmes pushed him forward gently, and he stepped in hesitantly. The door slammed behind him. He breathed a kind of air, which was turbid and slightly smelly. He was taken to a room. Although the doors and windows were equipped with iron bars, it was still clean. Its appearance was not good. How could he be afraid to say that the acting prosecutor seemed to be full of words to him just now? It was still in his ear as if he had promised him. As we have already said, it was four o’clock in the afternoon when Dantè s was taken into this cell. It wasn’t long before March 1st that he entered the darkness, and his hearing became keen. Every faint sound entered the room, and he quickly got up and went to the door to think that it was to release him, but the sound gradually became silent. At last, at about ten o’clock, when Dants was desperate, a key was inserted into the lock and a latch rattled a few times. Then the heavy iron gate suddenly lit up with two torches. With the torch light, Dants saw four gendarmes wearing flashing swords and carbines, and he greeted them.
Are you here to pick me up? he asked
It was a soldier who answered.
Was it ordered by the acting prosecutor?
I think so.
That’s good.
Immediately believing that they were sent on behalf of the prosecutor, unfortunately Dants dispelled all doubts. He calmly stepped forward and walked around the entrance of the gendarmerie. A carriage driver sat behind him in the car seat, a level prosecutor.
Is this carriage for me? asked Dantè s.
It’s for you. A gendarme answers.
Dantè s wanted to say something, but he felt that the man behind him had pushed him. He refused, so he got on the pedal and was immediately caught in two gendarmes. The other two sat in opposite positions, so the horse wheels rolled clumsily on the stone road.
The prisoner looked at the window, which was also nailed with railings. Although he had come out of prison, he was now being sent to a place he didn’t know. Through the window railing, Dantes saw them passing through Kaiseli Street and heading for the port along Talamis Street in Lauren Wharf. Soon he felt that the lighthouse light shone on him through the window railing.
The carriage stopped, and the police officer got on the bus and went to the guard room. Soon more than a dozen guards lined up inside, and Dantè s saw their muskets flashing by the pier lights.
Are they me? he thought.
Although the police officer knocked on the car door, he didn’t say anything, but Dants’ question had been answered because he saw two rows of soldiers lined up in a tunnel from the carriage to the dock. Two gendarmes sitting opposite him came first, and then ordered him to get out of the car. The gendarmes on the left and right followed him. They walked to a small boat, which was a sailor with a chain tied to the dock.
The soldiers all looked at Dantè s with a look of surprise. In an instant, he had been sandwiched by the soldiers and sat at the stern. As soon as the police officer was sitting in the bow of the boat, he was propped off the shore. Four strong paddlers rowed it quickly in the direction of Piron. When the boat called for a blockade of the port, the chain fell. In an instant, they were outside the port.
At first, the prisoner was very happy when he arrived at the sea. He took a deep breath of fresh air, which made him feel comfortable, but soon he sighed. Because he was still so happy there this morning after passing through the restaurant of Risef, now he came from the open window. Others were dancing and laughing, and Dants put his hands on his chest and prayed.
The boat went on. They had passed the Mudd Gorge, and now they were in front of the lighthouse. They had to bypass the battery. Dantè s was puzzled by this route.
Where are you taking me? he asked
You’ll know after a while.
but
We are under orders not to explain to you.
Dantè s’s action sank when he knew that it was meaningless to answer the question of where he was going and was ordered not to answer it.
At this time, some strange thoughts came into his mind. They couldn’t make a long voyage in this small boat. There was no sailboat moored outside the port. He thought that they might let him go in some remote place. He was not tied up and they didn’t give him any handcuffs. This seemed to be a good sign. And didn’t the judge who was kind to him tell him that he wouldn’t say anything if he didn’t get the terrible name Noirtier, and he didn’t have to be afraid to destroy the deadly letter in front of him. The only evidence against him was gone, so he waited silently.
They have passed Langdon Nueva, where a lighthouse stands on their right, and now they are facing the Catalan village. The prisoner’s eyes are even wider. He seems to vaguely recognize the figure of a woman on the beach. Because Mercedes is there, how can she not feel that her lover is beside her?
A light was still faintly visible, and Dantè s thought it was Mercedes’ room. In that small village, Mercedes didn’t sleep. He really wanted to shout to let her hear his voice, but he didn’t shout, because the gendarmes would think when they heard him shouting like a madman.
He remained silent, but his eyes were fixed on the light, and the boat continued to move forward. He was thinking of Mercedes, and a uplift blocked the light. Dants turned around and found that they had rowed to the sea. While he was meditating, they had already set sail.
Although Dantè s was very reluctant to question again, he couldn’t help turning to the gendarme who approached him and caught him by the hand.
Friend, as a Christian sailor, please tell me where we are going. I am Captain Dantè s, a loyal Frenchman, and everyone falsely accused me of being a traitor. Tell me where you are going to take me. My personality assures you that I will resign myself to fate.
The gendarme looked at his companion hesitantly, and his companion sighed as if to tell him, so the gendarme replied, you are from Marseilles and a sailor, how can you not know where you are going?
In good conscience, I have no idea.
It is impossible
I swear to you, please tell me, I beg you.
But what about the order?
That order didn’t stop you from telling me what I would know in ten minutes, half an hour or an hour. Don’t leave me stuck in the gourd. Look, I regard you as a friend. I don’t want to fight and escape, and I don’t do that. Where are we going?
Unless you are blind or have never been to Marseilles, you must know.