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60. Respect to Fallen Majesty. (continued)
"Do," said Aramis.
Porthos looked at D'Artagnan, quite amazed at the resources with which his companion's Gascon sharpness continually supplied him. D'Artagnan took up his camp tin cup, filled it with wine and arose.
"Gentlemen," said he, "let us drink to him who presides at the repast. Here's to our colonel, and let him know that we are always at his commands as far as London and farther."
And as D'Artagnan, as he spoke, looked at Harrison, the colonel imagined the toast was for himself. He arose and bowed to the four friends, whose eyes were fixed on Charles, while Harrison emptied his glass without the slightest misgiving.
The king, in return, looked at the four gentlemen and drank with a smile full of nobility and gratitude.
"Come, gentlemen," cried Harrison, regardless of his illustrious captive, "let us be off."
"Where do we sleep, colonel?"
"At Thirsk," replied Harrison.
"Parry," said the king, rising too, "my horse; I desire to go to Thirsk."
"Egad!" said D'Artagnan to Athos, "your king has thoroughly taken me, and I am quite at his service."
"If what you say is sincere," replied Athos, "he will never reach London."
"Because before then we shall have carried him off."
"Well, this time, Athos," said D'Artagnan, "upon my word, you are mad."
"Have you some plan in your head then?" asked Aramis.
"Ay!" said Porthos, "the thing would not be impossible with a good plan."
"I have none," said Athos; "but D'Artagnan will discover one."
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