“You will begin, therefore, by taking me first out of Paris, will you not, my dear M. d’Artagnan?”
“A difficult commission, my lord,” replied D’Artagnan, resuming his serious manner.
“But,” said Mazarin, “you did not make so many difficulties with regard to the king and queen.”
“The king and the queen are my king and queen,” replied the musketeer, “my life is theirs and I must give it for them. If they ask it what have I to say?”
“That is true,” murmured Mazarin, in a low tone, “but as thy life is not mine I suppose I must buy it, must I not?” and sighing deeply he began to turn the hoop of his ring outside again. D’Artagnan