The carriage was ready, and departed rapidly, followed by many horses.

The Marechal, seated beside M.de Launay, was about to fall asleep, rocked by the movement of the vehicle, when a voice cried to the driver, "Stop!" and, as he continued, a pistol-shot followed.

The horses stopped.
"I declare, Monsieur, that this is done without my participation," said Bassompierre.

Then, putting his head out at the door, he saw that they were in a little wood, and that the road was too narrow to allow the horses to pass to either the right or the left of the carriage--a great advantage for the aggressors, since the musketeers could not advance.
He tried to see what was going on when a cavalier, having in his hand a long sword, with which he parried the strokes of the guard, approached the door, crying: "Come, come, Monsieur le Marechal!" "What! is that you, you madcap, Henri, who are playing these pranks?
Gentlemen, let him alone; he is a mere boy." And, as De Launay called to the musketeers to cease, Bassompierre recognized the cavalier.
"And how the devil came you here ?" cried Bassompierre.

"I thought you were at Tours, or even farther, if you had done your duty; but here you are returned to make a fool of yourself." "Truly, it was not for you I returned, but for a secret affair," said Cinq-Mars, in a lower tone; "but, as I take it, they are about to introduce you to the Bastille, and I am sure you will not betray me, for that delightful edifice is the very Temple of Discretion.