The Musketeers saluted Bicarat with their swords, and returned them to their sheaths.
D'Artagnan did the same.

Then, assisted by Bicarat, the only one left standing, he bore Jussac, Cahusac, and one of Aramis's adversaries who was only wounded, under the porch of the convent.

The fourth, as we have said, was dead.

They then rang the bell, and carrying away four swords out of five, they took their road, intoxicated with joy, toward the hotel of M.de Treville.
They walked arm in arm, occupying the whole width of the street and taking in every Musketeer they met, so that in the end it became a triumphal march.

The heart of d'Artagnan swam in delirium; he marched between Athos and Porthos, pressing them tenderly.
"If I am not yet a Musketeer," said he to his new friends, as he passed through the gateway of M.de Treville's hotel, "at least I have entered upon my apprenticeship, haven't I ?".