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M. Étienne and I, on the duke's blood-chargers, soon left the cavalcade behind us. Before I knew it, we were halted at the outpost of the camp. My lord gave his name. "To be sure!" cried the sentry. "We've orders about you. You dine with the king, M. de Mar." "Mordieu! I do?" "You do. Orders are to take you to him out of hand. Captain!" The officer lounged out of the tavern door.
Then he poured himself out some wine, passed from the soup to a pâté made of tunny fish, then to stuffed crab, swallowed as a finish the royal broth, then, with a great sigh, said: "I can eat no more." "Par la mordieu! I hope not, Chicot." "Ah! good-morning, my king. How are you? You seem to me very gay this morning." "Am I not, Chicot?" "You have quite a color; is it your own?" "Parbleu!"
You had 50,000 crowns that I gave you out of the last 100,000 the king gave to me." "They are still in my chest, Anne; I have not touched one of them." "Mordieu! If they were not there, you would be in a different position." "Oh! my brother!" "Certainly. An ordinary servant may be bought for ten crowns, a good one for 100, an excellent one for 1,000, and a marvel for 3,000. Let us see, then.
He had been home half an hour before, he left the inn just after us, had paid his arrears of rent, surrendered his key, and taken away his chest, with all his worldly goods in it, on the shoulders of two porters, bound for parts unknown. Gilles is scouring Paris for him. Mordieu, I wish him luck!" His face betokened little hope of Gilles. We both kept chagrined silence.
No one would obey with a readier heart than I. Mordieu, monsieur, I have no objection to succouring a damsel in distress; I have been in the business before now." "Then why not now? Death of my life, Vigo! When I know, and you know, Monsieur would approve." "I don't know it, monsieur," Vigo said. "I only think it. And I cannot move by my own guesswork.
On our coming up, and on my explaining that I desired to have the gates opened, he swore as he surveyed us with the aid of a lantern that he swung in our faces. "Mordieu!" he said, with a rough southern accent and a grim old soldier he was "are you madmen, or have you dropped from the clouds, not to know that the gates are shut and will not be opened till sunrise?"
Quelus stopped, but Schomberg still continued to tear at his hair. "Schomberg, Schomberg, a little reason, I beg." "It is enough to drive one mad!" "Indeed, it is a dreadful misfortune; there will be a civil war in my kingdom. Who did it who furnished the ladder? Mordieu! I will hang all the city! Who was it?
Pray explain to me." "You know they forgot to pay me my wife's dowry." "I guessed as much, sire." "This dowry was to consist of 300,000 golden crowns and some towns; among others, Cahors." "A pretty town, mordieu!" "I have claimed, not the money, but Cahors." "Ventre de biche! sire, in your place, I should have done the same." "And that is why do you understand now?" "No, indeed, sire."
"They call me a fool," Monsieur went on musingly, "because I risk my life in wild errands. But, mordieu! I am the wise man. For they who think ever of safety, and crouch and scheme and shuffle to procure it, why, look you, they destroy their own ends. For, when all is done, they have never really lived. And that is why they hate death so, these worthies.
"If you do not return, how does it concern you? Be reasonable. Come, you are no longer twenty years old." "To my great regret, mordieu! Ah, if I were but twenty years old!" "Yes," said Athos, "doubtless you would commit great follies! But now we must part. I have one or two visits to make and a letter yet to write. Call for me at eight o'clock or shall I wait supper for you at seven?"
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