Since everything was lost, he could risk no more.
D'Artagnan followed Monk through his camp.

The return of the general had produced a marvelous effect, for his people had thought him lost.

But Monk, with his austere look and icy demeanor, appeared to ask of his eager lieutenants and delighted soldiers the cause of all this joy.
Therefore, to the lieutenants who had come to meet him, and who expressed the uneasiness with which they had learnt his departure,-- "Why is all this ?" said he; "am I obliged to give you an account of myself ?" "But your honor, the sheep may well tremble without the shepherd." "Tremble!" replied Monk, in his calm and powerful voice; "ah, monsieur, what a word! Curse me, if my sheep have not both teeth and claws; I renounce being their shepherd.

Ah, you tremble, gentlemen, do you ?" "Yes, general, for you." "Oh! pray meddle with your own concerns.

If I have not the wit God gave to Oliver Cromwell, I have that which He has sent to me: I am satisfied with it, however little it may be." The officer made no reply; and Monk, having imposed silence on his people, all remained persuaded that he had accomplished some important work or made some important trial.