D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 309: what you’re looking at

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290 ~+#&As the Knight, so His Squire. Oons! after five or six hours in the cool morning breeze of the river, I doubt not that he will gladly embrace “A squire embrace his lord!” protested the sham prince, with offended: delicacy. “Embrace the chance to pacify the wolf in iis com- missariat department!” laughed the trainband officer. The other laughed with him. it is noted that a jailer rarely laughs without his charge laughing with him. “You shall have his services!’ ‘Are there no superior orders, captain?” “They forbade you having company! Now, a squire is One man, not a company! Friends are not allowed; but a squire, a varlet—Heaven save us! that is not a friend!” “Rarely!” “Besides, we are all soldiers here, and we are above clearing away broken victuals, though of a royal hand’s breaking.” “Very proper! Captain, you argue like a prefect of the Congregation of Sacred Doubts and Sophisms ~ “T do not know that gentleman!” “The Pope has such an officer to settle all fallacies.” The sergeant shook his ‘head. “T prefer to be captain, if your highness wills so, and can obtain confirmation from his brother of Spain.” “T shall suggest a colonelcy! and my lady shall work you the thread-of-gold epaulets, if I have to urge her, at longo intervallo!” “After your majesty swears by that oath, I retain no fears.” With a light and assured step the obliging warden left the tent. With as light a one Porthos entered; he had cast his beadle’s uniform and now threw off his mien of a weeping churl. On seeing that they were alone, they rushed into one another’s arms, and their breastbones cracked in the vehemence of their brotherly hug. Eomicbooks.co — eS YS