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His Majesty King Louis XIII

           TheMusketeersadvanced,bowing,d’Artagnanfollowingcloselybehindthem.

           "Whatthedevil!"continuedtheking."SevenofhisEminence’sGuardsplacedHORSDECOMBATbyyoufourintwodays!That’stoomany,gentlemen,toomany!Ifyougoonso,hisEminencewillbeforcedtorenewhiscompanyinthreeweeks,andItoputtheedictsinforceinalltheirrigor.OnenowandthenIdon’tsaymuchabout;butsevenintwodays,Irepeat,itistoomany,itisfartoomany!"

           "Therefore,sire,yourMajestyseesthattheyarecome,quitecontriteandrepentant,toofferyoutheirexcuses."

           "Quitecontriteandrepentant!Hem!"saidtheking."Iplacenoconfidenceintheirhypocriticalfaces.Inparticular,thereisoneyonderofaGasconlook.Comehither,monsieur."

           D’Artagnan,whounderstoodthatitwastohimthiscomplimentwasaddressed,approached,assumingamostdeprecatingair.

           "Whyyoutoldmehewasayoungman?Thisisaboy,Treville,amereboy!DoyoumeantosaythatitwashewhobestowedthatseverethrustatJussac?"

           "AndthosetwoequallyfinethrustsatBernajoux."

           "Truly!"

           "Withoutreckoning,"saidAthos,"thatifhehadnotrescuedmefromthehandsofCahusac,IshouldnotnowhavethehonorofmakingmyveryhumblereverencetoyourMajesty."

           "Whyheisaverydevil,thisBearnais!VENTRE-SAINT-GRIS,MonsieurdeTreville,asthekingmyfatherwouldhavesaid.Butatthissortofwork,manydoubletsmustbeslashedandmanyswordsbroken.

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