You understand that when his peculiar style of madness came to the king's ears, the king, who had pitied his terrible affliction, and saw that all his kindness had been repaid by black ingratitude, became perfectly furious; so that, now--and remember this very distinctly, dear Monsieur de Baisemeaux, for it concerns you most closely--so that there is now, I repeat, sentence of death pronounced against all those who may allow him to communicate with any one else but me or the king himself.

You understand, Baisemeaux, sentence of death!" "You need not ask me whether I understand." "And now, let us go down, and conduct this poor devil back to his dungeon again, unless you prefer he should come up here." "What would be the good of that ?" "It would be better, perhaps, to enter his name in the prison-book at once!" "Of course, certainly; not a doubt of it." "In that case, have him up." Baisemeaux ordered the drums to be beaten and the bell to be rung, as a warning to every one to retire, in order to avoid meeting a prisoner, about whom it was desired to observe a certain mystery.

Then, when the passages were free, he went to take the prisoner from the carriage, at whose breast Porthos, faithful to the directions which had been given him, still kept his musket leveled.

"Ah! is that you, miserable wretch ?" cried the governor, as soon as he perceived the king.

"Very good, very good." And immediately, making the king get out of the carriage, he led him, still accompanied by Porthos, who had not taken off his mask, and Aramis, who again resumed his, up the stairs, to the second Bertaudiere, and opened the door of the room in which Philippe for six long years had bemoaned his existence.