A giant had seized also Aramis’s two wrists, who struggled in vain to release himself from this formidable grasp.
“D’Art — — ” exclaimed Athos, whilst the Gascon covered his mouth with his hand.
“I am your prisoner,” said Aramis, giving up his sword to Porthos.
“Fire, fire!” cried Mordaunt, returning to the group surrounding the two friends.
“And wherefore fire?” said the colonel; “every one has yielded.”
“It is the son of Milady,” said Athos to D’Artagnan.
“I recognize him.”
“It is the monk,” whispered Porthos to Aramis.