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The Vicomte De Bragelonne 169 at Prostate Health
me intothe Bastile?""We will get you out again," said Raoul, with a quiet, calmair."Mordioux! You said that after a brave fashion, Raoul," saidDArtagnan, seizing his hand, "that savors of Athos,distinctly. Well, I will go, then. Do not forget my lastword.""Except a fifth," said Raoul."Yes, you are a fine boy! and I wish you to add one thing tothat last word.""Speak, chevalier!""It is that if you cannot get me out of the Bastile, and Iremain there -- oh! that will be so, and I shall be adetestable prisoner; I, who have been a passable man, -- inthat case, I give three-fifths to you, and the fourth toyour father.""Chevalier!""Mordioux! If you will have some masses said for me, you arewelcome."That being said, DArtagnan took his belt from the hook,girded on his sword, took a hat the feather of which wasfresh, and held his hand out to Raoul, who threw himselfinto his arms. When in the shop, he cast a quick glance atthe shop-lads, who looked upon the scene with a pridemingled with some inquietude; then plunging his hands into achest of currants, he went straight to the officer who waswaiting for him at the door."Those features! Can it be you, Monsieur de Friedisch?"cried DArtagnan, gayly. "Eh! eh! what, do we arrest ourfriends?""Arrest!" whispered the lads among themselves."Yes, it is I, Monsieur dArtagnan! Good-day to you!" saidthe Swiss, in his mountain patois."Must I give you up my sword? I warn you, that it is longand heavy; you had better let me wear it to the Louvre: Ifeel quite lost in the streets without a sword, and youwould be more at a loss than I should, with two.""The king has given no orders about it," replied the Swiss,"so keep your sword.""Well, that is very polite on the part of the king. Let usgo, at once."Monsieur Friedisch was not a talker, and DArtagnan had toomany things to think about to say much. From Planchets shopto the Louvre was not far -- they arrived in ten minutes. Itwas a dark night. M. de Friedisch wanted to enter by thewicket. "No," said DArtagnan, "you would lose time by that;take the little staircase."The Swiss did as DArtagnan advised, and conducted him tothe vestibule of the kings cabinet. When arrived there, hebowed to his prisoner, and, without saying anything,returned to his post. DArtagnan had not had time to ask whyhis sword was not taken from him, when the door of thecabinet opened, and a valet de chambre called "M.DArtagnan!" The musketeer assumed his parade carriage andentered, with his large eyes wide open, his brow calm, hismustache stiff. The king was seated at a table writing. Hedid not disturb himself when the step of the musketeerresounded on the floor; he did not even turn his head.DArtagnan advanced as far as the middle of the room, andseeing that the king paid no attention to him, andsuspecting, besides, that this was nothing but affectation,a sort of tormenting preamble to the explanation that waspreparing, he turned his back on the prince, and began toexamine the frescoes on the cornices, and the cracks in theceiling. This maneuver was accompanied by a little tacitmonologue. "Ah! you want to humble me, do you? -- you, whomI have seen so young -- you, whom I have served as I wouldmy own child, -- you, whom I have served as I would a God --that is to say, for nothing. Wait awhile! wait awhile! youshall see what a man can do who has snuffed the air of thefire of the Huguenots, under the beard of monsieur lecardinal -- the true cardinal." At this moment Louis turnedround."Ah! are you there, Monsieur dArtagnan?" said he.DArtagnan saw the movement and imitated it. "Yes, sire,"said he."Very well; have the goodness to wait till I have cast thisup."DArtagnan made no reply; he only bowed. "That is politeenough," thought he; "I have nothing to say."Louis made a violent dash with his pen, and threw it angrilyaway."Ah! go on, work yourself up!" thought the musketeer; "youwill put me at my ease. You shall find I did not empty thebag, the other day, at Blois."Louis rose from his seat, passed his hand over his brow,then, stopping opposite to DArtagnan, he looked at him withan air at
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