D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 195: what you’re looking at

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182 The Grip of Porthos. Admiral of the Fleet! It is not plain Pedro, but Don Pedro, and Knight of the Red Cross of San Jago!” Pedro bowed; he turned red; recovering, he blew his silver whistle peculiarly. This call was repeated among the landed seamen and from boat to boat of the fleet. A weighty silence fell. “Brothers,”’ said he, lifting his voice, “hail the King of Portugal! Hail, Juan IV.!” “Long live the King of Portugal!’ was the stunning acclamation. A thousand pieces of ordnance rang out—each vessel was enveloped in a white plume, following the fiery ray. Juan de Braganza never had a finer moment in his life. The enthusiasm irradiated him. He waved his sword, and cried: “Officers, gentlemen, brothers, friends, to Oporto!” Gomicbooks (E(0)