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But what the devil are you about, Aramis?" continued Athos. "Why, you are squeezing that letter into your pocket!" "Yes," said d'Artagnan, "Athos is right, it must be burned. And yet if we burn it, who knows whether Monsieur Cardinal has not a secret to interrogate ashes?" "He must have one," said Athos. "What will you do with the letter, then?" asked Porthos. "Come here, Grimaud," said Athos.
Athos sprang from his horse, gave the bridle to Grimaud, and advanced toward the window, after having made a sign to the rest of the troop to go toward the door. The little house was surrounded by a low, quickset hedge, two or three feet high. Athos sprang over the hedge and went up to the window, which was without shutters, but had the half-curtains closely drawn.
"What can we do?" said D'Artagnan; "we must return to Paris." "I will take care of Mousqueton," said Grimaud; and he gave his arm to his old comrade, whose eyes were full of tears, nor could Grimaud tell whether the tears were caused by wounds or by the pleasure of seeing him again. D'Artagnan and Porthos went on, meantime, to Paris.
For example, an English prince died one day because they had put him into a butt of Malmsey. I heard the Chevalier d'Herblay say so." "The fool!" cried Blaisois, "I wish I had been in his place." "Thou canst be," said Grimaud, writing down his figures. "How?" asked Blaisois, "I can? Explain yourself." Grimaud went on with his sum and cast up the whole.
Grimaud smiled; and with his eyes fixed upon the glass which Athos held in his hand, he ground the paper well between his teeth and then swallowed it. "Bravo, Monsieur Grimaud!" said Athos; "and now take this. That's well. We dispense with your saying grace."
But they need not have been afraid; the Camisard chief, who was accustomed to rely on all his men as on himself, had gone to bed without any suspicion, having full confidence in the vigilance of one of his officers, named Grimaud, who had stationed himself as sentinel on the roof of the chateau.
Grimaud, in a swoon, was tied securely to a horse. "Gentlemen," said the duke, "I will thank you later; now we have not a moment to lose. On, then! on! those who love me, follow me!" And he jumped on his horse and set off at full gallop, snuffing the fresh air in his triumph and shouting out, with an expression of face which it would be impossible to describe: "Free! free! free!"
Gervais, followed by Grimaud, who carried the basket, ignorant of where he was going but in the passive obedience which Athos had taught him not even thinking of asking. As long as they were within the circle of the camp, the four friends did not exchange one word; besides, they were followed by the curious, who, hearing of the wager, were anxious to know how they would come out of it.
And in a moment the count was clasped in his arms. In the meantime, Grimaud, preserving his calmness, dismantled the fortification of the ground-floor, and after having opened the door, stood, with his arms folded, quietly on the sill. Only, on hearing the voice of D'Artagnan, he uttered an exclamation of surprise.
"A man of fifty-five or sixty years of age, tall and powerful; of dark complexion, with black hair and beard?" "The same; excepting that his beard has become grey, and his hair white. Do you know him?" "I have seen him once," replied Grimaud gloomily. At this moment another cry was heard, less loud than the first, but followed by a long deep groan. Grimaud and the innkeeper looked at each other.
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