"Call M.de Bragelonne," said the king.
"Ah! ah! he is here ?" said D'Artagnan.
"He is on guard to-day, at the Louvre, with the company of the gentlemen of monsieur le prince." The king had scarcely ceased speaking, when Raoul presented himself, and, on seeing D'Artagnan, smiled on him with that charming smile which is only found upon the lips of youth.
"Come, come," said D'Artagnan, familiarly, to Raoul, "the king will allow you to embrace me; only tell his majesty you thank him." Raoul bowed so gracefully, that Louis, to whom all superior qualities were pleasing when they did not overshadow his own, admired his beauty, strength, and modesty.
"Monsieur," said the king, addressing Raoul, "I have asked monsieur le prince to be kind enough to give you up to me; I have received his reply, and you belong to me from this morning.

Monsieur le prince was a good master, but I hope you will not lose by the exchange." "Yes, yes, Raoul, be satisfied; the king has some good in him," said D'Artagnan, who had fathomed the character of Louis, and who played with his self-love, within certain limits; always observing, be it understood, the proprieties and flattering, even when he appeared to be bantering.
"Sire," said Bragelonne, with voice soft and musical, and with the natural and easy elocution he inherited from his father; "Sire, it is not from to-day that I belong to your majesty." "Oh! no, I know," said the king, "you mean your enterprise of the Greve.
That day, you were truly mine, monsieur." "Sire, it is not of that day I would speak; it would not become me to refer to so paltry a service in the presence of such a man as M.
d'Artagnan.

I would speak of a circumstance which created an epoch in my life, and which consecrated me, from the age of sixteen, to the devoted service of your majesty." "Ah! ah!" said the king, "what was that circumstance?
Tell me, monsieur." "This is it, sire .-- When I was setting out on my first campaign, that is to say, to join the army of monsieur le prince, M.le Comte de la Fere came to conduct me as far as Saint-Denis, where the remains of King Louis XIII.

wait, upon the lowest steps of the funeral _basilique_, a successor, whom God will not send him, I hope, for many years.

Then he made me swear upon the ashes of our masters, to serve royalty, represented by you--incarnate in you, sire--to serve it in word, in thought, and in action.