with rage.
“What is it?” asked the prince.
“Read, monseigneur,” replied the musketeer.
Philippe read the following words, hastily traced by the hand of the king:
“M. d’Artagnan will conduct the prisoner to the Ile Sainte-Marguerite. He
will cover his face with an iron vizor, which the prisoner shall never raise except
at peril of his life.”
“That is just,” said Philippe, with resignation; “I am ready.”
“Aramis was right,” said Fouquet, in a low voice, to the musketeer, “this one is every whit as much a king as the other.”
“More so!” replied D’Artagnan. “He wanted only you and me.”
Chapter XXV. In Which Porthos Thinks He Is
Pursuing a Duchy.
Aramis and Porthos, having profited by the time granted them by Fouquet,
did honor to the French cavalry by their speed. Porthos did not
