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Updated: June 13, 2025
"Ah, mordioux!" said the captain, "now the king is come, there is no more walking for anybody no more free will; the password governs all now, you as much as me, me as much as you."
But our password is 'the Angel' meaning the Angel that freed Saint Peter from his bonds, as we hope to free Venice from hers, and the token we give is the grip of the hand we have each given you."
The letter-lock was a warden who kept its own secret and could not be bribed; the mysterious word was an ingenious realization of the "Open sesame!" in the Arabian Nights. But even this was as nothing. A man might discover the password; but unless he knew the lock's final secret, the ultima ratio of this gold-guarding dragon of mechanical science, it discharged a blunderbuss at his head.
I wish I'd been here when it was just plumb full of great warriors, when the moat had water in it, the drawbridge worked, and sentinels called out to you for the password as you came near the gate. I suppose they could peep out at you from those little windows up high, too." John looked longingly back, as they walked away. "Oh, yes!" continued Mrs. Pitt, in tones which made the girls shudder.
"Which route must I take?" demanded d'Artagnan, in his turn. "That of Rouen; but you will leave the city on your right. You must stop at the little village of Eccuis, in which there is but one tavern the Shield of France. Don't condemn it from appearances; you will find a horse in the stables quite as good as this." "The same password?" "Exactly." "Adieu, master!" "A good journey, gentlemen!
But the masses of the nations, crude and selfish, have had no such prescience, no such intent. 'Let us eat and drink, for to-morrow we die! That has been the pass, if not the password, with them and theirs.
All at once he heard a horse in the courtyard, and thinking it was the messenger, he ran to the window, but it was a groom leading up and down a horse which was waiting for its master, who almost immediately came out. It was Bussy, who, as captain of the duke's guards, came to give the password for the night.
Each made a sign with his right hand, then with his left, that the German could not see, and then Ranjoor Singh stepped side wise to the next man. Man by man, slowly and with care, he looked each man present in the eyes and tested him for the password, while Yasmini watched admiringly.
It would need careful handling, but I could see the juiciest lies passing that way to the Grosses Haupiquartier. Yet I had an ugly feeling at the back of my head that it had been all too easy, and that Ivery was not the man to be duped in this way for long. That set me thinking about the queer talk on the crevice. The poetry stuff I dismissed as the ordinary password, probably changed every time.
As we went, suddenly, from all sorts of unexpected places, spears gleamed out in the moonlight, only to vanish again when we uttered the password. It was clear to us that none were sleeping at their posts. Then we returned, picking our way warily through thousands of sleeping warriors, many of whom were taking their last earthly rest.
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