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35. A Dinner in the Old Style. (continued)
"A child!" he exclaimed. "Do you know what he has done, this child? Disguised as a monk he discovered the whole history in confession from the executioner of Bethune, and having confessed him, after having learned everything from him, he gave him absolution by planting this dagger into his heart. See, it is on fire yet with his hot blood, for it is not thirty hours since it was drawn from the wound."
And Grimaud threw the dagger on the table.
D'Artagnan, Porthos and Aramis rose and in one spontaneous motion rushed to their swords. Athos alone remained seated, calm and thoughtful.
"And you say he is dressed as a monk, Grimaud?"
"Yes, as an Augustine monk."
"What sized man is he?"
"About my height; thin, pale, with light blue eyes and tawny flaxen hair."
"And he did not see Raoul?" asked Athos.
"Yes, on the contrary, they met, and it was the viscount himself who conducted him to the bed of the dying man."
Athos, in his turn, rising without speaking, went and unhooked his sword.
"Heigh, sir," said D'Artagnan, trying to laugh, "do you know we look very much like a flock of silly, mouse-evading women! How is it that we, four men who have faced armies without blinking, begin to tremble at the mention of a child?"
"It is true," said Athos, "but this child comes in the name of Heaven."
And very soon they left the inn.
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