Chapter 29 Chapter XXVII. The Wife of Athos

D'Artagnan told Aramis what had happened in the capital since their departure.This sumptuous dinner made one of them forget their papers and the other forget their fatigue.D'Artagnan, seeing that Aramis was happy, said to him: Now the situation of Athos is not clear. Do you think any misfortune will happen to him?Asked Aramis, Athos was very calm, very brave, and very skillful with the sword. Yes, that's right.I know better than anyone the bravery and cunning of Athos.But for my part, I would rather have a sword against a spear than a sword against a club.I was afraid that Athos had been beaten by the servants, and the servants beat him hard and refused to stop easily.So, to be honest, I want to get going as soon as possible.

I will go with you as much as I can, said Aramis, though I do not think I can ride a horse very well.Yesterday I whipped myself with that bitter whip you see on the wall, but the pious practice was too painful to keep going. My dear friend, I have never seen a gunshot wound treated with a cane.You are not in good health, and your mind is not clear enough if you are not in good health, so I forgive you for doing this. So when are you leaving? Tomorrow we will leave at dawn.Rest well tonight, if you can do it tomorrow, we will go together. See you tomorrow, then, said Aramis, you are strong and need to rest.

The next morning, when D'Artagnan went to the room of Aramis, he saw him standing at the window. what are you looking at thereasked d'Artagnan. To be honest, I was watching the three horses led by the groom.Traveling on such a horse is really enjoying the joy of a prince. Well then, dear Aramis, go and enjoy this pleasure, for one of the three horses is yours. ah!Really?which one? You can choose one of the three horses.It doesn't matter which one I ride. Does the gorgeous horse armor on the horse's back also belong to me? certainly. Are you joking, d'Artagnan? I haven't made a joke since you can talk.

The leather bag with gilded sides, the velvet saddle, and the saddle with silver pins are all mine? The whole is yours, as the one that kicks is mine, and the one that turns is Athos. Oh!These are three rare horses. I'm glad you like them. Is this a reward from the king? Certainly not from the Cardinal.You don't have to worry about where they come from, you just want one out of three to be yours. I want the one led by the yellow-haired groom. great! Long live God!cried Aramis, and now my wound does not hurt at all.Even with thirty bullets in my body, I will ride on it.ah!My dear, what a beautiful stirrup!Hello!Bazin, come here, come here now.

Bazin appeared listlessly at the door.Aramis commanded: Polish my sword, straighten my felt hat, brush my cloak, and load my pistols! This last item is superfluous, interrupted D'Artagnan, for there was a loaded pistol in the leather bag. Bazan sighed. Come, Monsieur Bazin, take it easy, said d'Artagnan, a man can go to heaven no matter what he does. Mr. is already a theologian with deep foundation!Bazin was on the verge of tears when he said that he would be a bishop, maybe a cardinal. Come on, poor Bazin, look at you, think it over.What are the benefits of being a priest?And it won't stop you from going to war because of it.Didn't you see that the cardinal is going to fight the first battle with a helmet on his head and a lance in his hand.And what about Monsieur Nogaret of Lavalette?Isn't he also a cardinal?Ask him how many times his valet has bandaged his wounds.

well!Bazin sighed, I know this, sir.Everything is messed up in this world now. Having said this, the two young gentlemen and their poor valet went downstairs. Hold the stirrups for me, Bazin.said Aramis. Aramis mounted the horse as gracefully and easily as usual.However, the rebellious horse jumped and leaped a few times in a row, and the bumps made him unstoppably painful, his face turned pale immediately, and his body was on the verge of falling.D'Artagnan guessed that there might be an accident, so he didn't take his eyes off him. Seeing this, he ran over, caught him with open arms, and sent him back to the room.

Come, dear Aramis, take care of your wounds, said d'Artagnan, and I will go alone to find Athos. You are a tough guy.said Aramis to him. No, it's just that I'm luckier, nothing else.But how do you pass the time while you're waiting for me?No more writing papers, no more talking about performing blessings with your fingers, right? Aramis smiled. I write poetry.he said. Well, write a poem that smells as sweet as the letter sent to you by Mrs. Scheverus's maid.Also tell Bazin the rules of composing poetry, which will comfort him.As for the horse, ride it for a while every day, and you will get used to it slowly.

ah!Be assured of that, said Aramis, when you come back you will find me ready to go with you. They say goodbye to each other.D'Artagnan asked Bazin and the proprietress to take good care of his friend, and drove away to Amiens ten minutes later. How does he find Athos, and even can he find Athos? Athos was left by him in a very dangerous situation, and was probably dead.Thinking of this, D'Artagnan's face suddenly became gloomy, he couldn't help sighing a few times, and vowed in a low voice to avenge Athos.Of his three friends, Athos was the oldest, and apparently the greatest distance from d'Artagnan in his tastes and likes and dislikes.

D'Artagnan, however, clearly favored this gentleman.Athos's noble and extraordinary appearance, his sublime sparks of thought that flashed from time to time despite his willingness to be unknown, his unchanging and easy-going attitude that made him the easiest to make friends with, his strong smile and bitter character, his Either from blindness or from a rare calm and calm courage, in short, his many virtues aroused in D'Artagnan's heart not only respect and friendship, but admiration. In fact, Athos, when he was in a good mood, was equal to, or even slightly superior to, the handsome and noble courtier M. de Treville.He was of medium height, but very strong and well proportioned.Portos, who is five big and three rough, is well-known in the musketeer team in terms of physical strength, but he has to wrestle with Athos several times, but he has no choice but to bow down.Athos has piercing eyes, a straight nose, and the outline of his chin resembles Brutus (Note: The ancient Roman general, who participated in the assassination of the dictator Caesar.), the whole head shows an indescribable solemn and elegant temperament; His hands were never groomed, much to the regret of Aramis, who was often anointed with almond cream and balsam; his voice was sonorous and melodious.Besides all this, Athos has an indescribable quality: although he always keeps himself unknown and unobtrusive, he knows the customs of high society and the most eminent social classes in detail; The smallest actions will unconsciously reveal the habits of children from famous families.

Even if he invites someone to a meal, Athos arranges it more thoughtfully than anyone else.He arranged for each guest the appropriate seat according to his ancestral or self-acquired status.With regard to heraldry, Athos knew the genealogies of all the nobles in the country, the ins and outs of their lineages, in-laws, medals and insignias.He knew all kinds of etiquette down to the smallest details; he knew the rights of the great lords, and he was proficient in the art of hunting dogs and falcons, which one day he talked about this extraordinary skill, which surprised King Louis XIII. , although Louis XIII himself is considered an expert in this area.

Like all great nobles of that era, he was adept at riding and using all kinds of weapons.Moreover, his education was very comprehensive, even he had a wealth of knowledge in scholasticism, and there were very few gentlemen with this knowledge at that time; usually, Aramis liked to speak a few words of Latin, Porthos pretended to understand it, and Athos But with a smile on his face, two or three times he even corrected, to the astonishment of his two friends, a basic grammatical error that Aramis had made unconsciously, such as correcting the tense of a verb or the declension of a noun.In addition, he was impeccable in conduct, although in that era, soldiers easily violated religion and conscience, lovers easily abandoned the very delicate feelings of modern people, and poor people easily ignored the seventh commandment of the Ten Commandments (Note : Do not steal.).So Athos was indeed a remarkable man. Yet one sees this man of superior nature, body, and fine qualities, unconsciously becoming addicted to material life, just as old people become dull in body and mind.In the days when Athos had no money to eat and drink, as was often the case, the radiant part of him was completely extinguished, as if lost in the deep night. And so the demigod was gone, and there was only an ordinary man with drooping head, dull eyes, slow speech, and hours of staring at the bottle and glass in front of him, or at Gerry. silent.This servant is used to doing things according to people's actions, and can see the smallest wish of the master from the expressionless eyes of the master, and immediately fulfill it.Sometimes when the four friends got together, Athos seldom spoke, and it took a lot of effort to say something occasionally.But when Athos drank, he was worth four of them.At this moment, he showed no expression other than a more obvious frown and deep sadness on his face. We know that D'Artagnan is a very inquisitive and quick-thinking person.In spite of his desire to gratify his curiosity in the matter, the cause of Athos's melancholy was utterly elusive, and he discovered nothing which had caused his depression.Athos never received a letter, and he never concealed anything from his three friends. It seems only to say that the wine was the cause of Athos's sorrow, or, conversely, that he drank it only to relieve his sorrow, and as we have said before, this method of relief can only relieve his sorrow more and more.This extreme sorrow cannot be attributed to gambling, because Athos behaves opposite to Porthos at the table: Porthos sings when he wins the bet, and curses when he loses; Just as indifferent.One night at the Musketeers Club he won three thousand pistoles, then lost not only the gold embroidered festival belt, and then not only won it all back, but won an extra pistole. One hundred gold louis.And all the while his fine black eyebrows never moved, his hands kept their pearly luster, and his talk was pleasant that evening, but pleasant and calm throughout. Athos is not like our neighbour, the Englishman, whose face turns sombre as the weather turns bad.The fairer the year the more sorrowful he was; and June and July were terrible months for Athos. He doesn't worry about the present; he shrugs his shoulders when anyone tells him about the future.His privacy thus existed in the past, as dArtagnan had vaguely heard it. Even when Athos was very drunk, no matter how cleverly he was questioned, neither his eyes nor his mouth would reveal anything.This air of mystery surrounding him made him all the more interesting to others. well!Poor Athos may be dead, thought d'Artagnan, through my fault.I got him to do it.He knows neither the cause nor the effect of the matter, and derives no benefit from it. More than that, Monsieur, said Planchet, to whom our lives are probably saved!Remember what he shouted at that time: Go, D'Artagnan!I was fooled.What a terrible sound of swords when he had discharged both pistols!It could be said that twenty men, or even twenty mad devils, were attacking him. These few words made d'Artagnan more emotional, and he urged the horse to gallop with spurs.The horse didn't need to be urged at all, and it carried the rider to a gallop. It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning, and Amiens was in sight.At half-past eleven they were at the door of the damned inn. D'Artagnan has been thinking about how to take revenge on that insidious shopkeeper, expressing his anger, but this can only be considered in the long run.So he entered the inn, his felt hat pulled over his eyes, his left hand gripping the hilt of his sword, and his right hand whipping his whip. Do you recognize me?He asked the shopkeeper who came up to greet him. I have never had the honor, my lord.replied the innkeeper, who was still admiring d'Artagnan's two splendid horses. oh!you do not know me? I don't know, my lord. Well, two sentences can restore your memory.About a fortnight ago, you dared to accuse a gentleman of being a counterfeiter.What have you done to that gentleman? The innkeeper's face turned pale, because d'Artagnan adopted an aggressive attitude, and Blanche imitated his master's appearance. ah!My lord, don't mention it, the shopkeeper said with a sad face, alas!My lord, what a price I paid for that misunderstanding!well!I'm out of luck! What about the gentleman, I ask you what happened to him? Hear me, my lord, and forgive me.cough!Please have the grace to sit down. D'Artagnan, angry and anxious, sat down without saying a word, as majestic as a judge.Planchet stood proudly leaning against the back of his chair. The thing is, my lord, replied the innkeeper tremblingly, I recognize you now, and it was you who ran away during my unfortunate quarrel with the gentleman you mentioned. Yes, it's me.So you know I can't forgive you if you don't tell the whole truth. Then listen to me, and you will know the whole truth. I listen. At that time, I was notified by the authorities that a well-known counterfeiter and several of his accomplices, all dressed up as Custodians or musketeers, were going to stay in our shop.The appearance of the several of you adults, the horses you ride and the appearance of your attendants are all described in the notice. What happened later, what happened later?asked D'Artagnan urgently.He immediately understood where such an accurate notification came from. Authorities also sent six people to reinforce.According to the order of the authorities, I took urgent measures to ensure that the so-called counterfeiters were identified. Still say so!D'Artagnan felt very harsh when he heard the words "Counterfeiter". Forgive me for saying this, my lord, but this is my apology.I'm afraid of the authorities, you know how dare an innkeeper offend the authorities? But I repeat: where is that gentleman?how is heIs it dead or alive? Be patient, my lord, we are about to talk.Then what you know happened, and you ran away in a hurry, and D'Artagnan noticed that the shopkeeper was very well-spoken, which seemed to facilitate the conclusion of the matter.The gentleman, your friend, is desperately defending himself.And his servants deserved to be unlucky too. Somehow they got into a quarrel with the people sent by the authorities, who were pretending to be grooms ah!asshole!cried d'Artagnan, you have agreed in advance.I don't know why I didn't kill you guys! well!No, my lord, we did not discuss it beforehand, as you will understand in a moment.Excuse me for not being able to call your friend by his name, he undoubtedly has a very respectable one, but we don't know it.After your friend knocked down two people with two shots, he drew his sword, fought and retreated, stabbed one of my subordinates, and knocked me unconscious with the back of the sword. Executioner, are you finished?d'Artagnan shouted, "Athos, what is the matter of Athos?" He fought and retreated, as I told you my lord, and he retreated just in front of the ladder in the cellar.The cellar door was open, and he took the key out of the door, carried it with him, and barred the door from the inside.We thought he couldn't get away in there anyway, so we left him in the cellar. So, said d'Artagnan, it seemed that he must be imprisoned rather than killed. Just God!You say we locked him up, my lord?He locked himself up, I swear to you.First of all, what he did was ruthless enough. One person was killed by him on the spot, and the other two were seriously injured by him.The dead and the wounded were carried away by their companions, and I have heard no more mention of them since.When I myself regained consciousness, I went to the prefect, reported to him what had happened, and asked for instructions on what to do with the man who was locked up in the cellar.The prefect, however, seemed taken aback, and said that he knew nothing of what I had reported, that I had not received orders from him, and that if I told anyone that he had any part in this rash act, he would hang me.It seems that I made a mistake and arrested the wrong person and let the right person escape. But what about Athos?exclaimed d'Artagnan, all the more overwhelmed by the fact that the authorities had left the matter alone.How is Athos? I was anxious to make amends, continued the innkeeper, and went down to the cellar to free the man inside.well!He is simply not a man any more, sir, but a demon.Hearing that he was willing to let him go free, he said it was a trap set for him.He said we had to accept his terms and he came out.I spoke to him almost humbly, and made no secret of the predicament I was in by attacking the King's Musketeers, and told him that I was ready to accept his terms. First, he said, I demanded that my servant be returned to me in full armor.We hastened to accept this condition because, you know, sir, we are ready to do whatever your friend asks.Mr. Grimmer said his name, although he was unwilling to say much.Mr. Grimer was sent to the cellar with bruises all over his body.His master caught him, barred the door again, and ordered us to stay in the shop. But where is he?d'Artagnan roared, where is Athos? In the cellar, sir. How the hell have you kept him in the cellar since then? Merciful God!no sir.We impound him in the cellar? !You don't know what he's doing in there, in the cellar!ah!Sir, if you can let him come out, I will be grateful to you in this life and life, and I will worship you like a patron saint. So he's still inside, can I find him inside? Of course, sir.He insisted on staying inside.Every day we handed him bread with a fork through the air vent, and meat when he asked for it.But alas!It was not meat and bread that he used most.Once, I wanted to go down to the cellar with two fellows, and he lost his temper.I heard him loading his pistol, and his valet loading his musket.We asked them what they wanted; and the master replied that they both had forty bullets, and that they would not allow either of us to go down into the cellar until the last bullet had been fired.So, sir, I ran to the prefect to complain.The prefect told me that I had brought all this on myself, and that I would have taught me to insult the noble lords who lived in my shop. That is to say, since then d'Artagnan could not help laughing when he saw the pathetic look of the shopkeeper. That is to say, since then, the shopkeeper went on, our life has been as miserable as it could be, because, sir, you know, all our food and drink are stored in the cellar.There was our wine, bottles and casks of wine and beer, cooking oil and spices, bacon and sausages.We can't go down to pick it up, so we can't provide food and drink to the customers who come to the store, so the store loses money every day.Another week of your friend in my cellar and I'm broke. That's what you deserve, ridiculous guy!Can't our appearance tell us that we are nobles and not counterfeiters? You can see it, sir, you can see it.You have a point.The shopkeeper said, ah!Please listen, please listen!He is angry inside. Someone must have disturbed him.said d'Artagnan. But he must be disturbed, exclaimed the shopkeeper, two English gentlemen had just arrived. So what about two English gentlemen? Well, the English love good wine, as you know, sir.These two gentlemen demand the best.Probably my wife went to ask Mr. Athos to allow us to meet the two guests, and Mr. Athos probably refused, as usual.ah!God have mercy!Listen, it's getting louder. D'Artagnan did hear the uproar from the cellar.He stood up, led by the shopkeeper wringing his hands, followed by Planchet, holding a loaded musket, and approached the noisy place. The two English gentlemen were very angry, for they were very hungry and thirsty after their long journey. This is simply rampant!They yelled, in perfect French, though with a foreign accent, that this madman won't let good people drink their wine, and we'll break down the door, and if he goes crazy again, we'll kill him! Hold on, gentlemen!D'Artagnan drew his pistol from his waist and said, I'm sorry, but you don't want to kill anyone. Well, well, said Athos' voice behind the door calmly, these two eaters, let them come in and show the men. The two English gentlemen look brave, but cringe and look at each other.It's as if there is a very hungry ogre in the cellar, and there is an indomitable hero in folklore, and no one can enter the cellar without punishment. There was a silence.After all, the two Englishmen were afraid of losing face by retreating. The most violent one went down five or six steps of the ladder and kicked the door so hard that the wall seemed to collapse. Planchet, said d'Artagnan, pulling the barrels of the two pistols, I will deal with the upper one, and you with the lower one.Hello!Do you want to fight, gentlemen?Well then, we'll kill you! God!cried the humming voice of Athos, and I thought I heard d'Artagnan's voice. Yes, said d'Artagnan, raising his voice to his friend, it is I, friend. ah!good!Then, said Athos, let us kill them, the two kickers. The two English gentlemen had drawn their swords, but they were under fire from both sides, so they hesitated again, but their arrogance prevailed, and the second kick cracked the door panel from top to bottom. Get out of the way, d'Artagnan, out of the way, cried Athos, out of the way, I will shoot. Gentlemen, d'Artagnan is always thoughtful, gentlemen, think about it!Be patient, Athos.You are involved in something very dangerous and many holes will be punched in you.Here, my valet and I will fire three shots, and the cellar will fire three shots.We still have swords when we're done.I assure you that my friend and I are pretty good at fencing.Let me arrange things between you and me.You'll have something to drink in a while, I assure you. If there are any left.grumbled Athos mockingly. The shopkeeper felt cold sweat running down his spine. What if there are still left!he murmured. hell!There must be some left, said D'Artagnan, the two of them could not drink all the wine in the cellar, don't worry.Gentlemen, put your swords back into their scabbards. All right, you put your pistols back in your belts. very good. D'Artagnan made an example, then turned and told Planchet to put away his pistol. The two Englishmen were convinced, grunting and sheathing their swords.D'Artagnan told them how Athos was shut up in the cellar.After all, they are honest gentlemen, and it is wrong to criticize the shopkeeper. Gentlemen, please go back to your rooms now.I assure you, said d'Artagnan, that in ten minutes everything you wish will be delivered to you. The two Englishmen saluted and retreated. I am alone now, dear Athos, said d'Artagnan, open the door for me. That's it.replied Athos. Then, there was a loud sound of wood hitting each other and beams shaking.It was a fortification erected by Athos and dismantled by the besieged themselves. Presently the door opened, and the pale face of Athos appeared inside, and he glanced swiftly about him. D'Artagnan ran to put his arms around his neck, and embraced him affectionately.Afterwards, he wanted to lead Athos away from the damp place, but he found that he was shaking from side to side. Are you injured?he asked. Me, not at all!Just dead drunk, nothing else, no one has ever been drunk like this.Long live God!Shopkeeper, I drank at least one hundred and fifty bottles by myself. God!The shopkeeper shouted, if the servant drinks half of the master's drink, I will be bankrupt. Grimmer is a servant of a respectable family, and he will not have the audacity to eat the same diet as me, and drink only wine from the barrel.I think he forgot to put the stopper on.Did you hear that?The wine is still flowing. D'Artagnan laughed so loudly that the trembling master fell into a fever. At the same time, Grimmer also appeared behind his master, with a musket on his shoulders and his head shaking, quite like Rubens (Note: Rubens (15771640), a famous Flemish painter) .) The voluptuous person in the painting.He was dripping a viscous fluid from front to back, and the shopkeeper saw that it was his best olive oil. A group of people walked through the hall and stayed in the best room in the store.It was d'Artagnan who forced it. At this moment the innkeeper and his wife, carrying a lamp, ran into the cellar which they had been forbidden for a long time.What awaited them there was a horrible scene. Athos tore open a breached fortification in order to come out, constructed of firewood, planks, and empty casks, according to the laws of the art of strategic attack and defence.Stepping into the fortification, I saw the remains of ham floating in pools of oil and wine on the ground.And in the left corner of the cellar was a heap of smashed wine bottles; a cask was left tapped and was draining its last blood.All this is just like the scenes of destruction and death on the battlefield described by ancient poets. Of the fifty strings of sausages hanging from the girders, there were less than ten left. The wailing of the innkeeper and his wife came from the cellar, and d'Artagnan felt pity, and Athos did not even turn his head. Pain turned to rage, and the shopkeeper took a barbecue skewer and rushed into the room where the two friends were resting. Bring the wine!Thus cried Athos, upon catching a glimpse of the shopkeeper. Bring the wine!The storekeeper repeated dumbfounded, bring the wine!You've drunk more than a hundred pistoles from me, and now I'm bankrupt, finished, ruined! Well!Because we were always thirsty, said Athos. You've got enough to drink, but you've smashed the bottles. You pushed me over a pile of bottles and they rolled off, and it's yourselves to blame. All my cooking oil was also wasted. Oil is a good medicine to heal wounds. Grimmer was beaten all over by you, so we must heal him, right? I ate all my big sausages! There are many mice in your cellar. You will compensate me for all this.the shopkeeper yelled angrily. Big joke!Athos said that Huo Di stood up, but sat down hastily, because he stood up with too much force.Dudney came to his aid, whip high. The shopkeeper took a step back and burst into tears. This is a lesson to be more polite to God's guests. God, you might as well say the devil! My dear friend, said d'Artagnan, if you continue to deafen us with such noise, we shall shut up four of us in your cellar to see if the damage is as great as you say. Well, well, gentlemen, said the shopkeeper, I was wrong, I admit it.However, you should treat any fault with compassion, you are all nobles, and I am a poor shopkeeper, you should pity me. Well!If you say so, said Athos, my heart will break, and I will weep like wine from a cask.We're not as badass as we seem.So, come and talk. The shopkeeper walked over timidly. Come here, don't be afraid, said Athos, and put the purse on the table that day when I want to pay. Yes, my lord. Where did that purse hold sixty pistoles? Keep it in the clerk's office, my lord.They said it was fake currency. Then, go and claim that purse back, and keep the sixty pistoles in it. But, my lord, you know very well that the clerk of the court will not let go of things once they are in his hands.If those are fake currencies, there is still hope, but unfortunately they are all real currencies. Go and make room with him, honest friend.It's none of my business, especially since I don't have a livre left. Well, began d'Artagnan, Athos Where is that horse? In the stall. how much is it worth Fifty pistols at most. It's worth eighty pistols.You can keep that horse.This is completely clear. how!You sell my horse, said Athos, and you sell my baya?Then what shall I ride to war, on Grimmer's back? I brought you another horse.said d'Artagnan. another horse? Very beautiful!the shopkeeper said. Well, since there is a more beautiful horse with a younger mouth, you can keep the old one.Bring wine to drink. Which one do you want?The shopkeeper calmed down completely and asked immediately. The one closest to the slats.There were twenty-five bottles left, and the others broke when I fell on them.You go get six bottles and bring them up. This man is a barrel!The boss said to himself, if he stays here for another half month and can pay for the drinks again, my business will flourish again. Don't forget to send four bottles of the same wine to the two English gentlemen. Now, said Athos, while we wait for the wine to come, d'Artagnan, tell me about the others, will you? D'Artagnan then explained to Athos how he had found Porthos lying on the bed with a sprained leg, and Aramis sitting at the table between the two theologians.Just as he had finished speaking, the innkeeper returned with the wine, and with him a piece of ham which fortunately had not been hidden in the cellar. good.Athos filled the wine for himself and d'Artagnan, and drank to Porthos and Aramis.But what about you, friend, what's the matter with yourself?What happened?I think you are sullen. well!Because, said d'Artagnan, I am the unluckiest of us! You are most unfortunate, d'Artagnan!Athos said, See, how unfortunate are you?Tell me about it. I'll talk about it later.replied d'Artagnan. I'll talk about it later!Why talk about it later?Do you think I'm drunk, d'Artagnan?Please remember: my mind is clearest only when I drink alcohol.Just tell me, I have two ears to listen to. D'Artagnan introduces his love encounter with Madame Bonacieur. All this is not worth mentioning, said Athos, not worth mentioning. This sentence is the mantra of Athos. You always say nothing, dear Athos!D'Artagnan said that it is not proper for you to say that, you have never loved. Athos' dull eyes flashed suddenly, but they flashed like lightning, and then became dim and vacant again. Yes, he said quietly, I never loved. You must understand, therefore, said d'Artagnan, that it is not right for you, with a heart of stone, to treat us weak hearts so cruelly. Weak hearts, broken hearts.said Athos. What did you say? I said that love is a kind of gamble, whoever wins the gamble wins death!You lost well, take my word for it, my dear d'Artagnan.If I were to advise you, I would advise you to lose to the end. She looks so in love with me! She looks like she loves you. ah!She really loves me. What a child!There is no man in the world who does not believe that his mistress loves him, and there is no man in the world who is not deceived by her mistress. Except you, Athos, because you never had a mistress. True, said Athos after a moment's silence, I have never had a mistress.have a drink. You are a philosophical and calm person, said d'Artagnan, please enlighten me, give me a hand, I need to know what to do, I need to be comforted. How to comfort? Alleviate my misfortune. Your misfortunes are amusing, said Athos, shrugging his shoulders. If I told you a love story, I wonder what you would say. But what happened to you? Maybe it happened to a friend of mine, what does that matter! Speak, Athos, speak. Drink first, and you will speak better after drinking. Let's talk while drinking. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that. Athos took a drink from his glass and refilled it. It is wonderful to have two things at the same time. I'm all ears.said d'Artagnan. Athos was lost in thought.The more he thought, the paler d'Artagnan saw him grow.Ordinary alcoholics will collapse after drinking this much, and fall asleep.Athos, talking aloud in his sleep, did not fall asleep.This drunken dream talk is really a bit scary. Do you have to listen?he asked. Please speak.said d'Artagnan. Then, grant your wish.A friend of mine, a friend of mine, listen up!Not me, Athos paused here, with a dark smile, a count of my province, that is, of Berry, a count like Tondolo or Montmorency Montmorency is a famous nobleman in France.) Such a noble earl fell in love with a sixteen-year-old girl as beautiful as Venus at the age of twenty-five.She was at an innocent age, but she had a fervent mind, not a woman but a poet's; she was not likable but fascinating.She lives in a small town with his brother.Her brother is parish priest.The brother and sister came to my hometown, and no one knew where they came from.When people saw her so pretty and her brother so pious, it never occurred to them to ask where they came from.Besides, some people say that they came from a wealthy family.我的朋友是本地的領主，他完全可以引誘她，隨心所欲地強行佔有她。他是主人，誰會來幫助兩個外地來的陌生人？可惜，他是正人君子，她娶了她。這個笨蛋，這個白癡，這個糊塗蟲！ Why do you say this way?他不是愛她嗎？asked d'Artagnan. 等一會兒你就明白了。阿托斯說，他把她帶回莊園，使她成了全省的頭號貴夫人；應該說句公道話，她與她的地位非常相稱。 What happened afterwards?asked d'Artagnan. 後來怎麼樣嗎？一天，她與丈夫一塊打獵。阿托斯聲音很低，又說得很快，她從馬背上摔下來，昏了過去。伯爵趕來救她，見她身上的衣裳令她窒息，便用匕首將衣服劃開，讓她露出肩膀。你猜得到她肩膀上有什麼東西嗎，達德尼昂？說到這裡，阿托斯大笑起來。 May I know?asked d'Artagnan. 一朵百合花。阿托斯答道，她身上打了烙印！ 阿托斯一口喝掉手裡的一杯酒。 Terrible!達德尼昂大聲說，你瞎扯些什麼？ 我說的是真事，親愛的，天使原來是魔鬼。可憐的姑娘曾經偷盜過。 伯爵怎麼處理的？ 伯爵是一個大領主，他在自己的領地有從上到下的審判權。他把伯爵夫人的衣服剝光，將她的雙手反剪在背後，然後把她吊在一棵樹上。 God!Athos!這豈不鬧出了人命案子！cried d'Artagnan. 不錯，一樁人命案子，沒別的。阿托斯臉色蒼白得像死人，可是，看來這酒不夠我喝了。 他抓起剩下的最後一瓶酒，對著嘴，一口喝得精光，像尋常人喝一杯酒一樣。 然後，他將腦袋伏在手上。面對他這副模樣，達德尼昂感到恐怖。 這使我絕了追求美麗、浪漫、多情女人的念頭。阿托斯抬起頭來說道，但並不想繼續講伯爵的故事。現在天主也給了你絕了這種念頭的機會。喝酒！ 那麼她死了嗎？達德尼昂含糊不清地問道。 那還用問！阿托斯答道，把你的酒杯伸過來。吃火腿呀，怪傢伙！阿托斯嚷著，酒我們不能多喝了。 那麼，她的哥哥呢？達德尼昂膽怯地問道。 她的哥哥？阿托斯重複道。 是的，那個神父呢？ oh!我去打聽，想把他也吊起來。可是他搶先了一步，在先天晚上就拋下本堂神父的職位逃走了。 至少弄清了這個壞蛋是什麼人吧？ 大概是那個漂亮娘兒們的第一個情人和同謀，一個有頭有臉的人。他裝扮成本堂神父，大概就是為了把他的情婦嫁出去，使她最終有個歸宿。但願這傢伙受到四馬分屍之刑。 ah!God!God!這駭人聽聞的故事令達德尼昂目瞪口呆。 吃這火腿，達德尼昂，味道好極了。阿托斯切了一片火腿放進小伙子盤子裡。真遺憾，這樣的火腿地窖連四個都沒有。不然，我要再多喝五十瓶。 這樣的談話使達德尼昂都要瘋了。他再也聽不下去，便用手枕住頭，趴在桌子上假裝睡著了。 現在的年輕人都不會喝酒啦，阿托斯憐憫地望著達德尼昂說道，然而這一位是年輕人中最優秀的。