Yesterday I undertook to employ that cord which you see hanging against the wall, but pain prevented my continuing the pious exercise." "That's the first time I ever heard of anybody trying to cure gunshot wounds with cat-o'-nine-tails; but you were ill, and illness renders the head weak, therefore you may be excused." "When do you mean to set out ?" "Tomorrow at daybreak.

Sleep as soundly as you can tonight, and tomorrow, if you can, we will take our departure together." "Till tomorrow, then," said Aramis; "for iron-nerved as you are, you must need repose." The next morning, when d'Artagnan entered Aramis's chamber, he found him at the window.
"What are you looking at ?" asked d'Artagnan.
"My faith! I am admiring three magnificent horses which the stable boys are leading about.

It would be a pleasure worthy of a prince to travel upon such horses." "Well, my dear Aramis, you may enjoy that pleasure, for one of those three horses is yours." "Ah, bah! Which ?" "Whichever of the three you like, I have no preference." "And the rich caparison, is that mine, too ?" "Without doubt." "You laugh, d'Artagnan." "No, I have left off laughing, now that you speak French." "What, those rich holsters, that velvet housing, that saddle studded with silver-are they all for me ?" "For you and nobody else, as the horse which paws the ground is mine, and the other horse, which is caracoling, belongs to Athos." "PESTE! They are three superb animals!" "I am glad they please you." "Why, it must have been the king who made you such a present." "Certainly it was not the cardinal; but don't trouble yourself whence they come, think only that one of the three is your property." "I choose that which the red-headed boy is leading." "It is yours!" "Good heaven! That is enough to drive away all my pains; I could mount him with thirty balls in my body.

On my soul, handsome stirrups! HOLA, Bazin, come here this minute." Bazin appeared on the threshold, dull and spiritless.
"That last order is useless," interrupted d'Artagnan; "there are loaded pistols in your holsters." Bazin sighed.
"Come, Monsieur Bazin, make yourself easy," said d'Artagnan; "people of all conditions gain the kingdom of heaven." "Monsieur was already such a good theologian," said Bazin, almost weeping; "he might have become a bishop, and perhaps a cardinal." "Well, but my poor Bazin, reflect a little.

Of what use is it to be a churchman, pray?
You do not avoid going to war by that means; you see, the cardinal is about to make the next campaign, helm on head and partisan in hand.