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What the devil, Captain, one cannot win all one's battles! The great Pompey lost that of Pharsalia; and Francis the First, who was, as I have heard say, as good as other folks, nevertheless lost the Battle of Pavia." "And I have the honor of assuring you that I killed one of them with his own sword," said Aramis; "for mine was broken at the first parry.

Killed him, or poniarded him, sir, as is most agreeable to you." "I did not know that," replied M.de Treville, in a somewhat softened tone.

"The cardinal exaggerated, as I perceive." "But pray, sir," continued Aramis, who, seeing his captain become appeased, ventured to risk a prayer, "do not say that Athos is wounded.
He would be in despair if that should come to the ears of the king; and as the wound is very serious, seeing that after crossing the shoulder it penetrates into the chest, it is to be feared--" At this instant the tapestry was raised and a noble and handsome head, but frightfully pale, appeared under the fringe.
"Athos!" cried the two Musketeers.
"Athos!" repeated M.de Treville himself.
"You have sent for me, sir," said Athos to M.de Treville, in a feeble yet perfectly calm voice, "you have sent for me, as my comrades inform me, and I have hastened to receive your orders.

I am here; what do you want with me ?" And at these words, the Musketeer, in irreproachable costume, belted as usual, with a tolerably firm step, entered the cabinet.