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Never was such surprise painted on so many faces; for an hour nothing was heard but "saudioux," "mordioux!" and "cap de Bious!" and such noisy joy, that it seemed to the Fournichons that all Poitou and Languedoc were collected in their room. Some knew, and greeted each other. "Is it not singular to find so many Gascons here?" asked one.
"We will get you out again," said Raoul, with a quiet, calm air. "Mordioux! You said that after a brave fashion, Raoul," said D'Artagnan, seizing his hand; "that savors of Athos, distinctly. Well, I will go, then. Do not forget my last word." "Except a fifth," said Raoul. "Yes, you are a fine boy! and I wish you to add one thing to that last word." "Speak, chevalier!"
"Yes, you were not alone, I have been told." "Alone, where?" "At the Place de Greve." "No, sire, no," said D'Artagnan, blushing at the idea that the king might have a suspicion that he, D'Artagnan, had wished to engross to himself all the glory that belonged to Raoul; "no, mordioux! and as your majesty says, I had a companion, and a good companion, too." "A young man?" "Yes, sire; a young man.
But seeing the king said no more, the latter pirouetted on his heels, and took three steps towards the door, muttering, "He will not speak! Mordioux! he will not speak!" "Thank you, monsieur," said the king at last. "Humph!" continued the lieutenant; "there was only wanting that. Blamed for having been less of a fool than another might have been."
It is settled: to-morrow I will throw my cassock to the nettles." Then, reflecting: "No," said he, "not yet! I have one great trial to make and I will make it; but that, and I swear it, shall be the last, Mordioux!" He had not finished speaking when a voice issued from the king's chamber. "Monsieur le lieutenant!" said this voice. "Here am I," replied he. "The king desires to speak to you."
The soldier found the occupation so pleasant, that he put his hand to the work that is to say, to the lines and uttered roars of joy, and mordioux enough to have astonished his musketeers themselves every time that a shock given to his line by the captured fish required the play of the muscles of his arm, and the employment of his best dexterity.
But a king's robe is the more ample; it would require a million to purchase the stuff. At least, Athos, if you are not treasurer, you are on good footing at court." "By the faith of a gentleman, I know nothing about it," said Athos, simply. "What! you know nothing about it?" "No! I have not seen the king since we left Dover." "Then he has forgotten you, too! Mordioux! That is shameful!"
"Monsieur d'Artagnan," cried the latter; "give way, give way!" "To the fire! to the fire with the thieves! Vive Colbert!" These cries exasperated D'Artagnan. "Mordioux!" said he. "What! burn the poor devils who are only condemned to be hung? that is infamous!" Before the door, however, the mass of anxious spectators, rolled back against the walls, had become more thick, and closed up the way.
"Yes, you were not alone, I have been told." "Alone, where?" "At the Place de Greve." "No, sire, no," said D'Artagnan, blushing at the idea that the king might have a suspicion that he, D'Artagnan, had wished to engross to himself all the glory that belonged to Raoul; "no, mordioux! and as your majesty says, I had a companion, and a good companion, too." "A young man?" "Yes, sire; a young man.
The grave having been filled up, the priests turned away, and the grave-digger having addressed a few words to them, followed them as they moved away. The man in the mantle bowed as they passed him, and put a piece of gold into the grave-digger's hand. "Mordioux!" murmured D'Artagnan; "it is Aramis himself."
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