“Certainly, sir; but they tell me that the noise of thunder is the voice of God.”
“Well then, sire,” continued D’Artagnan, “listen to the noise of the people; you will perceive that it resembles that of thunder.”
In truth at that moment a terrible murmur was wafted to them by the night breeze; then all at once it ceased.
“Hold, sire,” said D’Artagnan, “they have just told the people that you are asleep; you see, you still are king.”
The queen looked with surprise at this strange man, whose brilliant courage made him the equal of the bravest, and who was, by his fine and quick intelligence, the equal of the most astute.