“Come in, my braves,” said the king, “come in; I am going to scold you.”

The Musketeers advanced, bowing, d’Artagnan following closely behind them.

“What the devil!” continued the king.  “Seven of his Eminence’s Guards placed hors de combat by you four in two days!  That’s too many, gentlemen, too many!  If you go on so, his Eminence will be forced to renew his company in three weeks, and I to put the edicts in force in all their rigor.  One now and then I don’t say much about; but seven in two days, I repeat, it is too many, it is far too many!”

“Therefore, sire, your Majesty sees that they are come, quite contrite and repentant, to offer you their excuses.”

“Quite contrite and repentant!  Hem!” said the king.  “I place no confidence in their hypocritical faces.  In particular, there is one yonder of a Gascon look.  Come hither, monsieur.”

D’Artagnan, who understood that it was to him this compliment was addressed, approached, assuming a most deprecating air.

“Why you told me he was a young man?  This is a boy, Treville, a mere boy!  Do you mean to say that it was he who bestowed that severe thrust at Jussac?”

“And those two equally fine thrusts at Bernajoux.”

“Truly!”

“Without reckoning,” said Athos, “that if he had not rescued me from the hands of Cahusac, I should not now have the honor of making my very humble reverence to your Majesty.”

“Why he is a very devil, this Bearnais!  Ventre-saint-Gris, Monsieur de Treville, as the king my father would have said.  But at this sort of work, many doublets must be slashed and many swords broken.  Now, Gascons are always poor, are they not?”

“Sire, I can assert that they have hitherto discovered no gold mines in their mountains; though the Lord owes them this miracle in recompense for the manner in which they supported the pretensions of the king your father.”

“Which is to say that the Gascons made a king of me, myself, seeing that I am my father’s son, is it not, Treville?  Well, happily, I don’t say nay to it.  La Chesnaye, go and see if by rummaging all my pockets you can find forty pistoles; and if you can find them, bring them to me.  And now let us see, young man, with your hand upon your conscience, how did all this come to pass?”

D’Artagnan related the adventure of the preceding day in all its details; how, not having been able to sleep for the joy he felt in the expectation of seeing his Majesty, he had gone to his three friends three hours before the hour of audience; how they had gone together to the tennis court, and how, upon the fear he had manifested lest he receive a ball in the face, he had been jeered at by Bernajoux who had nearly paid for his jeer with his life and M. de la Tremouille, who had nothing to do with the matter, with the loss of his hotel.

“This is all very well,” murmured the king, “yes, this is just the account the duke gave me of the affair.  Poor cardinal!  Seven men in two days, and those of his very best!  But that’s quite enough, gentlemen; please to understand, that’s enough.  You have taken your revenge for the Rue Ferou, and even exceeded it; you ought to be satisfied.”