D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 157: what you’re looking at

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146 King of Portugal. Philip IV.—it being no secret to him as a financier on what terms they really stood. There was surprise, too, as if he had knowledge, not of this particular plot of assassination, but of something of the kind in contemplation. The duke turned his head, but seemed to distinguish D’Artagnan alone. With deep gladness, too. “Why, save us! it is my captain in the Savoyard cam- paign! The Chevalier D’Art——” | “Gannarta,”’ corrected the Frenchman, grasping the hand offered and broadening his face with a smile like Braganza’s. They were soldier and soldier. “He is not arrogant,” remarked he to Porthos, who was in a daze. Then, releasing the ducal hand, he said to the wondering duchess: “Madame, you know your illustrious husband so well that it is impossible that I should present him in a new and more brilliant light; but | must take this opportunity to excuse myself for having addressed his grace so curtly and offhand. I only knew your lord as a Spanish fe ‘Portuguese a “Portuguese officer of fortune, who volunteered into my squadron of the King’s Black Musketeers in the campaign against the Duke of Savoy, in ’34. So came many a foreigner into our camp to learn our art of war, some of them concealing a high rank under their beavers, it appears. “One day, in the van-foss, when we were countermin- ing, we broke into a tunnel where the Savoyards had stored a very pretty fat ‘sausage’ stuffed with powder and seasoned with Greek fire! They had fled on hearing our picks, but not before clapping the line stock to the slow match. Faith! it was a quick enough match for us, had not my Don Juan here—your Don Juan—sprung forth from our midst, when, to tell the truth, we re- coiled, myself first in the drawing back (we are not al- ways in our bravest moment). Don Juan threw himself upon the fizzing serpent and the sausage! Methought, as the smoke enveloped him, that we were all converted into sausage meat, but, I warrant, he was no more glad than we when he arose. With this body he had ex- é Gomicbooks comm