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At Verberie, Raoul desired Olivain to make some inquiry about the young man who was preceding them; he had been observed to pass only three-quarters of an hour previously, but he was well mounted, as the tavern-keeper had already said, and rode at a rapid pace.
"Olivain, we have come into possession of two horses, but I have lost my own. Take for yourself the better of the two and give me yours." They approached the spot where the unfortunate victims lay. The Monk. Two men lay prone upon the ground, one bathed in blood and motionless, with his face toward the earth; this one was dead.
Athos, foreseeing the period when he should make a soldier of the viscount, had inured him to all kinds of arduous undertakings. "Oh, heavens!" continued Olivain, in despair, "what would the count say if he only saw you now!" "The count would do as I do," replied Raoul, urging his horse vigorously forward.
"Go on, go on," said he, between his teeth, "expend your ardor the first day; to-morrow, instead of journeying twenty leagues, you will travel ten, the day after to-morrow, five, and in three days you will be in bed. There you must rest; young people are such braggarts." It was easy to see that Olivain had not been taught in the school of the Planchets and the Grimauds.
"He's not a guest like the other one here just now," observed mine host to Olivain, who had rejoined his master to see if he wanted anything, "and your young master has no appetite." "My master had appetite enough three days ago, but what can one do? he lost it the day before yesterday."
Olivain obeyed and continued on his way, whilst Raoul remained sitting, with his elbow leaning on the table, from time to time gently shaking the flowers from his head, which fell upon him like snow, and gazing vaguely on the charming landscape spread out before him, dotted over with green fields and groups of trees.
There was therefore nothing for them to do but to follow the prudent advice of Monsieur d'Arminges and beat a retreat. They quickly went downstairs. Monsieur d'Arminges was already mounted. Olivain had ready the horses of the young men, and the lackeys of the Count de Guiche guarded carefully between them the Spanish prisoner, mounted on a pony which had been bought for his use.
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