‘tis well; we, that is, Monsieur du Vallon and I, could have killed our prisoners — we preferred taking them.”
Mordaunt’s very lips grew white with rage.
D’Artagnan now saw that affairs were growing worse and he beat the guard’s march upon the door.
At the first beat Porthos rushed out and stood on the other side of the door.
This movement was observed by Mordaunt.
“Sir!” he thus addressed D’Artagnan, “your resistance is useless; these prisoners have just been given me by my illustrious patron, Oliver Cromwell.”
These words struck D’Artagnan like a thunderbolt.