The Club Dumas

I saw one of the students smile, but I couldn’t tell if her absorbed, slightly mocking expression was a result of my com­ments or of private thoughts that had nothing to do with the discussion. I was surprised because, as I’ve said, students tend to listen to me with the awe of an editor of the Osservatore Romano getting the exclusive rights to one of the Pope’s en­cyclicals. So it made me look at her with interest. Although she’d already caught my eye at the beginning, when she joined us, because of her unsettling green eyes. She was wearing a blue duffel coat and carried a pile of books under her arm. Her chestnut hair was cut short, like a boy’s. Now she sat at a slight distance, not quite part of the group. There are always a few young people at our table, literature students that I invite for a coffee. But this girl had never attended before. It was im­possible to forget her eyes. In contrast to her tanned face, their color was so light, it was almost transparent. A slender, supple girl, one could tell she spent a lot of time outdoors. Under her jeans her long legs were no doubt also tanned. And I noticed another thing about her: she wore no rings, no watch, no ear­rings. Her ears weren’t pierced.

“Rochefort is also the man glimpsed, never caught,” I went on. “A mysterious mask with a scar. He stands for paradox and d’Artagnan’s powerlessness. D’Artagnan is always in pursuit but never quite catches up with him. He tries to kill him but only manages to do so by mistake twenty years later. By then Rochefort is not an adversary but a friend.”

“Your d’Artagnan’s a bit jinxed,” said one of my circle, the older of the two writers. He’d sold only five hundred copies of his last novel, but he earned a fortune writing mysteries under the perverse pseudonym of Emilia Forster. I looked at him gratefully, pleased by his opportune remark.

“Absolutely. The love of his life gets poisoned. Despite all his exploits and services to the crown of France, he spends twenty years as an obscure lieutenant in the musketeers. And in the last lines of The Vicomte de Bragelonne, when he is finally awarded the marshal’s staff, which has taken him four voluro.es and four hundred and twenty-five chapters to achieve, he is killed by a Dutch bullet.”

“Like the real d’Artagnan,” said the actor, who had managed to place his hand on the fashionable woman columnist’s thigh.

I took a sip of coffee before nodding. Corso was staring at me intently.

“There are three d’Artagnans,” I explained. “Of the first, Charles de Batz Castlemore, we know that he died on the twenty-third of June 1673, from a shot in the throat during the siege of Maastricht, as reported in the Gazette de France at the time. Half his men fell with him. Apart from this post­humous detail, in life he was only slightly more fortunate than his fictional namesake.”

“Was he a Gascon too?”

“Yes,   from   Lupiac.   The   village   still   exists,   and   he   is commemorated by a stone plaque there: ‘D’Artagnan, whose real name was Charles de Batz, was born here around 1615. He died in the siege of Maastricht in 1675.’ “

“It doesn’t quite fit historically,” said Corso, looking at his notes. “According to Dumas, d’Artagnan was eighteen at the start of the novel, around 1625. At that time the real d’Artagnan would have been only ten years old.” He smiled like a clever, skeptical little rabbit. “Too young to handle a sword.”

I agreed. “Yes. Dumas altered things so d’Artagnan could take part in the adventure of the diamond tags under Richelieu and Louis XIII. Charles de Batz must have arrived in Paris very young: he was listed among the guards of Monsieur Des Essarts’s company in documents on the siege of Arras in 1640, and two years later in the Roussillon campaign. But he never served as a musketeer under Richelieu, because he joined the elite regiment only after Louis XIII’s death. His real protector was Cardinal Jules Mazarin. There is indeed a gap of ten or fifteen years between the two d’Artagnans. But following the success of The Three Musketeers, Dumas extended the action to cover almost forty years of France’s history. In later volumes he adjusted his story to coincide better with real events.”

“Which events have been verified? I mean, historical events in which the real d’Artagnan was involved?”

“Quite a few. His name appears in Mazarin’s letters and in the correspondence of the Ministry of War. Like the fictional hero, he was the cardinal’s agent during the Fronde rebellion, with important responsibilities at the court of Louis XIV. He was even entrusted with the delicate matter of detaining and escorting the finance minister Fouquet. All these events were confirmed in the letters of Madame de Sevigne. He could even have met the painter Velazquez on the Isle of Pheasants when he accompanied Louis XIV on the king’s journey to meet his bride-to-be, Maria Theresa of Austria....”