With him sank the rock, which, even in his dying agony he had still held up.

The three men dropped the levers, which rolled upon the tumulary stone.

Then, breathless, pale, his brow covered with sweat, Aramis listened, his breast oppressed, his heart ready to break.
Nothing more.

The giant slept the eternal sleep, in the sepulcher which God had built about him to his measure..