“The king will be delivered at the tribunal,” said Athos; “the very silence of his supporters indicates that they are at work.”
D’Artagnan shrugged his shoulders.
“But,” said Aramis, “if they dare to condemn their king, it can only be to exile or imprisonment.”
D’Artagnan whistled a little air of incredulity.
“We shall see,” said Athos, “for we shall go to the sittings, I presume.”
“You will not have long to wait,” said the landlord; “they begin to-morrow.”
“So, then, they drew up the indictments before the king was taken?”
“Of course,” said D’Artagnan; “they began the day he was sold.”
“And you know,” said Aramis, “that it was our friend Mordaunt who made, if not the bargain, at least the overtures.”
“And you know,” added D’Artagnan, “that whenever I catch him I will kill him, this Mordaunt.”