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We two, like many others of our tribe, had in time of peace familiarized ourselves with the manly military exercise of the Mahrek-Ha-Droad. Thus the brenn, my brother and myself rejoined our tribe and took our stand in the ranks of battle. The Gallic army occupied the summit of a hill about one league's distance from Vannes.
Poor little nun, waiting for the love that never could come to her! "I am glad you are here, my child. You can tell me what I want to know. I have not an hour to spare. I am going to my son to George. Do you know where he is?" "At Vannes, in Brittany." "Brittany that is a long way." Frances rose uncertainly. "I hoped he was near.
There seems to have been regular and established companies of watermen on these rivers, whose business it was to convey goods on them: an ancient inscription at Lyons mentions Tauricius of Vannes, as the general overseer of the Gallic trade, the patron or head of the watermen on the Seine and Loire, and the regulator of weights, measures, and carriages; and other ancient inscriptions state, that the government of the watermen who navigated the Rhone and the Saone, was often bestowed on Roman knights.
"I have come to you, M. d'Artagnan, for you are the only man who can get me out of my trouble." "In what way?" "You are acquainted with the Abbe d'Herblay, and you know that he is a somewhat mysterious gentleman." "Yes." "Well, you can, perhaps, give me the address of his presbytery, for I have been to Noisy-le-Sec, and he is no longer there." "I should think not, indeed. He is Bishop of Vannes."
"I covet nothing beyond my station," said the young man, with an assurance of manner which for the second time made the bishop of Vannes tremble. He was silent. But to look at the kindling eye, the knitted brow, and the reflective attitude of the captive, it was evident that he expected something more than silence, a silence which Aramis now broke. "You lied the first time I saw you," said he.
I was astonished that the abbe had so warlike an air, and they replied that there was nothing singular in that, seeing that he was one of Louis XIII.'s musketeers." "Well," said Aramis, "that musketeer and abbe, afterwards bishop of Vannes, is your confessor now." "I know it; I recognized you."
He sauntered slowly through the quiet Breton town, so sleepy, so calm, so dead, on the shores of its inland bay that is called "le Morbihan." He looked at the little gray houses, the occasional pedestrians, the empty stores, and he murmured: "Vannes is certainly not gay, not lively. It was a sad idea, my coming here."
"Arrived at Vannes in the morning, arrested, judged, and punished almost immediately, and then driven from the Gallic camp, I could not learn the decisions of the council which was held the previous evening," promptly answered Albinik. "But the situation was grave, for the women were called to the council; it lasted from sun-down to dawn.
"And monseigneur composed his homilies no, I mean his sermons with monsieur le surintendant." "Bah! he preached in verse, then, this worthy bishop?" "Monsieur, for the love of heaven, do not jest with sacred things." "There, Bazin, there! So, then, Aramis is at Vannes?" "At Vannes, in Bretagne." "You are a deceitful old hunks, Bazin; that is not true."
The gallop of a horse echoed through the street. "Ah!" said Coeur-de-Roi, "that is probably the man you expect." "No," replied Cadoudal, "this rider comes from the direction of Vannes." The sound became more distinct, and it proved that Cadoudal was right. The second horseman, like the first, halted at the gate, dismounted, and came into the room.
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