As for D'Artagnan, the statue of Silence at Athens was far more noisy and far more expressive than he.
Manicamp, therefore, was obliged to continue in the same way he had begun, and so contrived to get more and more entangled in his explanation.

"Sire," he said, "this is probably how the affair happened.
Guiche was waiting to receive the boar as it rushed towards him." "On foot or on horseback ?" inquired the king.
"On horseback.

He fired upon the brute and missed his aim, and then it dashed upon him." "And the horse was killed." "Ah! your majesty knows that, then." "I have been told that a horse has been found lying dead in the cross-roads of the Bois-Rochin, and I presume it was De Guiche's horse." "Perfectly true, sire, it was his." "Well, so much for the horse, and now for De Guiche ?" "De Guiche, once down, was attacked and worried by the wild boar, and wounded in the hand and in the chest." "It is a horrible accident, but it must be admitted it was De Guiche's own fault.

How could he possibly have gone to hunt such an animal merely armed with pistols; he must have forgotten the fable of Adonis ?" Manicamp rubbed his ear in seeming perplexity.

"Very true," he said, "it was very imprudent." "Can you explain it, Monsieur Manicamp ?" "Sire, what is written is written!" "Ah! you are a fatalist." Manicamp looked very uncomfortable and ill at ease.
"I am angry with you, Monsieur Manicamp," continued the king.
"With me, sire ?" "Yes.