But I am a soldier, and I have received my orders, my orders are executed--very unwillingly on my part, it is true, but they are executed.

I say no more." "Where is M.Fouquet at this moment ?" asked Louis, after a short silence.
"M.

Fouquet, sire," replied D'Artagnan, "is in the iron cage that M.
Colbert had prepared for him, and is galloping as fast as four strong horses can drag him, towards Angers." "Why did you leave him on the road ?" "Because your majesty did not tell me to go to Angers.

The proof, the best proof of what I advance, is that the king desired me to be sought for but this minute.

And then I had another reason." "What is that ?" "Whilst I was with him, poor M.Fouquet would never attempt to escape." "Well!" cried the king, astonished.
"Your majesty ought to understand, and does understand, certainly, that my warmest wish is to know that M.Fouquet is at liberty.