“I shall have a thousand obligations to your majesty.”
“Monsieur,” said the king, with a violent effort, “I think you are losing a good master.”
“And I am sure of it, sire.”
“Shall you ever find such another?”
“Oh, sire! I know that your majesty is alone in the world; therefore will I never again take service with any king upon earth, and will never again have other master than myself.”
“You say so?”
“I swear so, your majesty.”
“I shall remember that word, monsieur.”
D’Artagnan bowed.
“And you know I have a good memory,” said the king.