“Yes, sire,” said a voice, which Athos recognized as that of Aramis.
He then took his hat from his head and threw it on the ground. One by one he undid the buttons of his doublet, took it off and deposited it by the side of his hat. Then, as it was cold, he asked for his gown, which was brought to him.
All the preparations were made with a frightful calmness. One would have thought the king was going to bed and not to his coffin.
“Will these be in your way?” he said to the executioner, raising his long locks; “if so, they can be tied up.”
Charles accompanied these words with a look designed to penetrate the mask of the unknown headsman.