offered to lower the blinds of the royal carriage, but the young king stretched out his arm, saying:
“No, sir! I wish to see everything.”
“If your majesty wishes to look out — well, then, look!” replied D’Artagnan.
And turning with that fury which made him so formidable, he rushed toward the chief of the insurgents, a man who, with a huge sword in his hand, was trying to hew a passage to the coach door through the musketeers.
“Make room!” cried D’Artagnan. “Zounds! give way!”
At these words the man with a pistol and sword raised his head, but it was too late. The blow was sped by D’Artagnan; the rapier had pierced his bosom.