I swore, and God and the dead were witnesses to my oath.

During ten years, sire, I have not so often as I desired had occasion to keep it.

I am a soldier of your majesty, and nothing else; and, on calling me nearer to you, I do not change my master, I only change my garrison." Raoul was silent and bowed.

Louis still listened after he had done speaking.
"_Mordioux!_" cried D'Artagnan, "that was well spoken! was it not, your majesty?
A good race! a noble race!" "Yes," murmured the king, without, however daring to manifest his emotion, for it had no other cause than contact with a nature intrinsically noble.

"Yes, monsieur, you say truly:--wherever you were, you were the king's.