undulating like a stormy sea, and the king imagined that he saw shining in the midst of this living wave the bright eyes of Athos.
Charles wiped his face and said with a sad smile: “Poor wretch, for half a crown he would do as much to his own father.”
The king was not mistaken. Athos and his friends, again mingling with the throng, were taking a last look at the martyr king.
When the soldier saluted Charles, Athos’s heart bounded for joy; and that unfortunate, on coming to himself, found ten guineas that the French gentleman had slipped into his pocket. But when the cowardly insulter spat in the face of the captive monarch Athos grasped his dagger. But D’Artagnan stopped his hand and in a hoarse voice cried, “Wait!”