that case,” exclaimed Athos, “let us not lose an instant, but set off.”
“Come,” added the king.
“Sire,” said Aramis, “will not your majesty acquaint some of your friends of this?”
“Friends!” answered Charles, sadly, “I have but three — one of twenty years, who has never forgotten me, and two of a week’s standing, whom I shall never forget. Come, gentlemen, come!”
The king quitted his tent and found his horse ready waiting for him. It was a chestnut that the king had ridden for three years and of which he was very fond.
The horse neighed with pleasure at seeing him.