And already the latter saw with joy that the result of their consent would be sending a bark to Porthos and Aramis, when the king's officer drew from a pocket a folded paper, which he placed in the hands of D'Artagnan.
This paper bore upon its superscription the number 1.
"What, more!" murmured the surprised captain.
"Read, monsieur," said the officer, with a courtesy that was not free from sadness.
D'Artagnan, full of mistrust, unfolded the paper, and read these words: "Prohibition to M.d'Artagnan to assemble any council whatever, or to deliberate in any way before Belle-Isle be surrendered and the prisoners shot.

Signed--LOUIS." D'Artagnan repressed the quiver of impatience that ran through his whole body, and with a gracious smile: "That is well, monsieur," said he; "the king's orders shall be complied with.".