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Porthos is engaged in it." Being now satisfied of what he wished to know: "Mordioux!" thought the musketeer, "what is to be done with that poor devil of a soldier? That hot-headed, cunning fellow, De Baisemeaux, will make him pay dearly for my trick, if he returns without the letter, what will they do to him?
The young musketeer dismounted, and entered the inn. Seating himself at the table replenished by the careful Perigord, he speedily swept it as clean as the first comer. "Some wine, my brave Perigord," said the graceful young musketeer, as soon as he could find utterance. Perigord brought three dozen of Charlevoix. The young man emptied them almost at a draught.
At all events, the moment was badly chosen to send D'Artagnan away, whether he came from the king, or on his own account. The musketeer had rendered too great a service, and that too recently, for it to be already forgotten. Therefore Colbert thought it would be better to shake off his arrogance and call D'Artagnan back. "Ho! Monsieur d'Artagnan," cried Colbert, "what! are you leaving me thus?"
I have since learned from Chavigny that for two long months they had been waiting that happy moment. "Apropos of the Abbe, my lord, the Queen insists upon making him coadjutor." "She is mad! he will ruin her if she connects herself with him; he's a musketeer in canonicals, the devil in a cassock. Read his 'Histoire de Fiesque'; you may see himself in it. He will be nothing while I live."
"Let us see," said the attentive musketeer; perceiving with his wonderful instinct that they had only been skirmishing till now, and that the hour of battle was approaching. "Let us see," said Percerin, incredulously. "Why, now," continued Aramis, "does M. Fouquet give the king a fete? Is it not to please him?" "Assuredly," said Percerin. D'Artagnan nodded assent.
The day after his departure from Paris, his mount was left at Chartres, at the house of an old friend D'Artagnan had met with in an hotelier of that city. From that moment the musketeer travelled on post-horses. Thanks to this mode of locomotion, he traversed the space separating Chartres from Chateaubriand.
"Sire, I have lost one of my friends, M. du Vallon, in the affair of Belle-Isle." And, while speaking these words, D'Artagnan fixed his falcon eye upon Louis XIV., to catch the first feeling that would show itself. "I knew it," replied the king, quietly. "You knew it, and did not tell me!" cried the musketeer. "To what good? Your grief, my friend, was so well worthy of respect.
"If I am not mistaken, sire, your majesty spoke a great deal at Blois, of the embarrassed state in which the affairs of England are." Charles colored. "Monsieur," said he, "it was to the king of France I related " "Oh! your majesty is mistaken," said the musketeer, coolly; "I know how to speak to kings in misfortune.
"Yes; but you what are you doing in that common dress?" D'Artagnan perceived he had committed a fault in giving expression to his astonishment. Porthos had taken advantage of it, to retort with a question. "Why," said he, "you know I am a bourgeois, in fact; my dress, then, has nothing astonishing in it, since it conforms with my condition." "Nonsense! you are a musketeer."
In their stead d'Artagnan thought he perceived in an obscure corner a discipline cord suspended from a nail in the wall. At the noise made by d'Artagnan in entering, Aramis lifted up his head, and beheld his friend; but to the great astonishment of the young man, the sight of him did not produce much effect upon the Musketeer, so completely was his mind detached from the things of this world.
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