“You are right, sir, always right,” said Anne of Austria.
“Laporte, place the king in bed.”
Laporte placed the king, dressed as he was, in the bed and then covered him as far as the shoulders with the sheet. The queen bent over him and kissed his brow.
“Pretend to sleep, Louis,” said she.
“Yes,” said the king, “but I do not wish to be touched by any of those men.”
“Sire, I am here,” said D’Artagnan, “and I give you my word, that if a single man has the audacity, his life shall pay for it.”
“And now what is to be done?” asked the queen, “for I hear them.”