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"You lie, monsieur," said Raoul, coolly. "You give me the lie, monsieur?" exclaimed De Wardes. "Why not, if what you assert is untrue?" "You give me the lie and will not draw your sword?" "I have resolved, monsieur, not to kill you until Madame shall have been delivered safely into her husband's hands." "Kill me! Believe me, monsieur, your schoolmaster's rod does not kill so easily."
Let us attend to what is more pressing first, and then we will attend to my wound; besides, it does not seem very dangerous." And they both set forward as fast as they could toward the country house of the worthy functionary. The Comte de Wardes was announced, and d'Artagnan was introduced. "You have an order signed by the cardinal?" said the governor.
De Wardes tottered, his knees gave way beneath him, and leaving his sword still fixed in the duke's arm, he fell into the water, which was soon crimsoned with a more genuine reflection than that which it had borrowed from the clouds. De Wardes was not dead; he felt the terrible danger that menaced him, for the sea rose fast. The duke, too, perceived the danger.
Both were practiced swordsmen, and the earlier passes were without any result. The night was fast closing in, and it was so dark that they attacked and defended themselves almost instinctively. Suddenly De Wardes felt his word arrested, he had just touched Buckingham's shoulder. The duke's sword sunk, as his arm was lowered. "You are wounded, my lord," said De Wardes, drawing back a step or two.
"Very well, monsieur," said Raoul, "since you positively will have it so, let us settle the affair now." And drawing his sword he advanced towards De Wardes. "What are you going to do?" said Buckingham. "Be easy," said Raoul, "it will not be very long." De Wardes placed himself on his guard; their swords crossed.
"I thought she was affianced to a gentleman who certainly is not, at least so I have heard, either M. de Guiche or M. de Wardes?" "Very possibly, madame." The young queen took up a piece of tapestry, and began to broider with an affectation of tranquillity her trembling fingers contradicted. "What were you saying about Venus and Mars?" pursued the queen-mother. "Is there a Mars also?"
You do me the honor to speak one language while I am speaking altogether another." "I beg your pardon, but I do not understand your meaning." "Forgive me, then; but I fancied I understood your highness to remark that De Guiche and De Wardes had fought on Mademoiselle de la Valliere's account?" "Certainly." "On account of Mademoiselle de la Valliere, I think you said?" repeated Manicamp.
"Do not disturb yourself," replied Raoul, with concentrated anger, "in all affairs of that nature, M. d'Artagnan is exceedingly skillful, and I will beg him as a favor to treat you as he did your father; in other words, to spare your life at least, so as to leave me the pleasure, after your recovery, of killing you outright; for you have the heart of a viper, M. de Wardes, and in very truth, too many precautions cannot be taken against you."
"The most befitting costume for a man about to set off for Havre. There will be no one left in Paris tomorrow." And hereupon he saluted Malicorne with great ceremony, whose handsome dress gave him the appearance of a prince. "M. Malicorne," said De Guiche to his friend. De Wardes bowed. "M. de Wardes," said Guiche to Malicorne, who bowed in return.
"Very well, monsieur," said Raoul, "since you positively will have it so, let us settle the affair now." And, drawing his sword, he advanced towards De Wardes. "What are you going to do?" said Buckingham. "Be easy," said Raoul, "it will not be very long." De Wardes placed himself on his guard; their swords crossed.
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