In six hours they reached Compiegne and alighted at the Peacock. The host proved to be a worthy man, as bald as a Chinaman. They asked him if some time ago he had not received in his house two gentlemen who were pursued by dragoons; without answering he went out and brought in the blade of a rapier.
“Do you know that?” he asked.
Athos merely glanced at it.
“’Tis D’Artagnan’s sword,” he said.
“Does it belong to the smaller or to the larger of the two?” asked the host.
“To the smaller.”
“I see that you are the friends of these gentlemen.”
“Well, what has happened to them?”
“They were pursued by eight of the light dragoons, who rode into the courtyard before they had time to close the gate.”
“Eight!” said Aramis; “it surprises me that two such heroes as Porthos and D’Artagnan should have allowed themselves to be arrested by eight men.”