D'Artagnan smiled at both of them, while Porthos bowed, visibly overcome before the royal presence.
"Porthos here ?" murmured Fouquet in Aramis' ear.
"Hush! there is some treachery at work," said the latter.
"Sire," said D'Artagnan, "it is more than six years ago that I ought to have presented M.de Valon to your majesty; but certain men resemble stars, they move not unless their friends accompany them.

The Pleiads are never disunited, and that is the reason I have selected, for the purpose of presenting him to you, the very moment when you would see M.
d'Herblay by his side." Aramis almost lost countenance.

He looked at D'Artagnan with a proud, haughty air, as though willing to accept the defiance which the latter seemed to throw down.
"Ah! these gentlemen are good friends, then," said the king.
"Excellent friends, sire, the one can answer for the other.

Ask M.de Vannes now in what manner Belle-Isle was fortified ?" Fouquet moved back a step.
"Belle-Isle," said Aramis coldly, "has been fortified by that gentleman," and he indicated Porthos with his hand, who bowed a second time.

Louis could not withhold his admiration, though at the same time his suspicions were aroused.
"Yes," said D'Artagnan, "but ask Monsieur le Baron whose assistance he had in carrying the works out ?" "Aramis'," said Porthos, frankly, and he pointed to the bishop.
"What the deuce does all this mean," thought the bishop, "and what sort of a termination are we to expect to this comedy ?" "What!" exclaimed the king, "is the cardinal's, I mean the bishop's, name Aramis ?" "A _nom de guerre_," said D'Artagnan.
"A name of friendship," said Aramis.
"A truce to modesty," exclaimed D'Artagnan; "beneath the priest's robe, sire, is concealed the most brilliant officer, a gentleman of the most unparalleled intrepidity, and the wisest theologian in your kingdom." Louis raised his head.