“When shall I set out?” said the captain.
“This evening—to-morrow—to-morrow evening; for you must stand in need of rest.”
“I have rested, sire.”
“That is well. Then between this and to-morrow evening, when you please.”
D’Artagnan bowed as if to take his leave; but, perceiving the king very much embarrassed, “Will you majesty,” said he, stepping two paces forward, “take the court with you?”
“Certainly I shall.”
“Then you majesty will, doubtless, want the musketeers?” And the eye of the king sank beneath the penetrating glance of the captain.
“Take a brigade of them,” replied Louis.
“Is that all? Has your majesty no other orders to give me?”
“No—ah—yes.”