The Three Musketeers

no remedy."
    "But I can never escape," said d'Artagnan, "with such enemies. First, my stranger of Meung; then de Wardes, to whom I have given three sword wounds; next Milady, whose secret I have discovered; finally, the cardinal, whose vengeance I have balked."
    "Well," said Athos, "that only makes four; and we are four—one for one. Pardieu! if we may believe the signs Grimaud is making, we are about to have to do with a very different number of people. What is it, Grimaud? Considering the gravity of the occasion, I permit you to speak, my friend; but be laconic, I beg. What do you see?"
    "A troop."
    "Of how many persons?"
    "Twenty men."
    "What sort of men?"
    "Sixteen pioneers, four soldiers."
    "How far distant?"
    "Five hundred paces."
    "Good! We have just time to finish this fowl and to drink one glass of wine to your health, d'Artagnan."
    "To your health!" repeated Porthos and Aramis.
    "Well, then, to my health! although I am very much afraid that your good wishes will not be of great service to me."
    "Bah!" said Athos, "God is great, as say the followers of Mohammed, and the future is in his hands."
    Then, swallowing the contents of his glass, which he put down close to him, Athos arose carelessly, took the musket next to him, and drew near to one of the loopholes.
    Porthos, Aramis and d'Artagnan followed his example. As to Grimaud, he received orders to place himself behind the four friends in order to reload their weapons.
    "Pardieu!" said Athos, "it was hardly worth while to distribute ourselves for twenty fellows armed with pickaxes, mattocks, and shovels. Grimaud had only to make them a sign to go away, and I am convinced they would have left us in peace."
    "I doubt that," replied d'Artagnan, "for they are advancing very resolutely. Besides, in addition to the pioneers, there are four soldiers and a brigadier, armed with muskets."
    "That's because they don't see us," said Athos.
    "My faith," said Aramis, "I must confess I feel a great repugnance to fire on these poor devils of civilians."
    "He is a bad priest," said Porthos, "who has pity for heretics."
    "In truth," said Athos, "Aramis is right. I will warn them."
    "What the devil are you going to do?" cried d'Artagnan, "you will be shot."
    But Athos heeded not his advice. Mounting on the breach, with his musket in one hand and his hat in the other, he said, bowing courteously and addressing the soldiers and the pioneers, who, astonished at this apparition, stopped fifty paces from the bastion: "Gentlemen, a few friends and myself are about to breakfast in this bastion. Now, you know nothing is more disagreeable than being disturbed when one is at breakfast. We request you, then, if you really have business here, to wait till we have finished or repast, or to come again a short time hence, unless; unless, which would be far better, you form the salutary resolution to quit the side of the rebels, and come and drink with us to the health of the King of France."
    "Take care, Athos!" cried d'Artagnan; "don't you see they are aiming?"
    "Yes, yes," said Athos; "but they are only civilians—very bad marksmen, who will be sure not to hit me."
    In fact, at the same instant four shots were fired, and the balls were flattened against the wall around Athos, but not one touched him.
    Four shots replied to them almost instantaneously, but much better aimed than those of the aggressors; three soldiers fell dead, and one of the pioneers was wounded.
    "Grimaud," said Athos, still on the breach, "another musket!"
    Grimaud immediately obeyed. On their part, the three friends had reloaded their arms; a second discharge followed the first. The brigadier and two pioneers fell dead; the rest of the troop took to flight.
    "Now, gentlemen, a sortie!" cried Athos.
    And the four friends rushed out of the fort, gained the field of battle, picked up the four muskets of the privates and the half-pike of the brigadier, and convinced that the fugitives would not stop till they reached the city, turned again toward the bastion, bearing with them the trophies of their victory.
    "Reload the muskets, Grimaud," said Athos, "and we, gentlemen, will go on with our breakfast, and resume our conversation. Where were we?"
    "I recollect you were saying," said d'Artagnan, "that after having demanded my head of the cardinal, Milady had quit the shores of France. Whither goes she?" added he, strongly interested in the route Milady followed.
    "She goes into England," said Athos.
    "With what