“And what shall I do in Scotland? A war of partisans, unworthy of a king.”
“The example of Robert Bruce will absolve you, sire.”
“No, no! I have fought too long; they have sold me, they shall give me up, and the eternal shame of treble treason shall fall on their heads.”
“Sire,” said Athos, “perhaps a king should act thus, but not a husband and a father.
I have come in the name of your wife and daughter and of the children you have still in London, and I say to you, ‘Live, sire,’ — it is the will of Heaven.”
The king raised himself, buckled on his belt, and passing his handkerchief over his moist forehead, said: