The other musketeer restored the Chevalier's rapier.
"Proceed, Messieurs," said the Chevalier, picking up his hat and thrusting his sword into its scabbard; "I dare say this moment is distasteful to us all."
The musketeers conducted him through the secret staircase to the court below. The Duc de Beaufort, who had been waiting, came forward.
"Stand back, Messieurs," said the prince; "I have a word to say to Monsieur le Chevalier."
Mazarin's word was much, but the soldier loved his Beaufort. The two musketeers withdrew a dozen paces.
"Monsieur," said the duke lowly, "that paper, and my word as a gentleman, you shall go free."
"Paper? I do not understand your Highness."
"Come, come, Monsieur," said the duke impatiently; "it is your liberty. Besides, I am willing to pay well."
"Your Highness," coldly, "you are talking over my head. I do not understand a word you say."
Beaufort stared into the Chevalier's face. "Why did you enter De Brissac's … ?"