or four fierce thrusts which De Wardes made at him, caught the sword of the latter within his own, sending it flying twenty paces the other side of the barrier. Then, as De Wardes stood disarmed and astounded at his defeat, Raoul sheathed his sword, seized him by the collar and the waist-band, and hurled him also to the other end of the barrier, trembling and mad with rage.
"We shall meet again," murmured De Wardes, rising from the ground and picking up his sword.
"I have done nothing for the last hour," said Raoul, "but say the same thing."
Then, turning toward the duke, he said:
"I entreat you to be silent about this affair; I am ashamed to have gone so far, but my anger carried me away, and I ask your forgiveness for it; forget it, too."
"Dear viscount," said the duke, pressing within his own the vigorous and valiant hand of his companion, "allow me, on the contrary, to remember it, and to look after your safety; that man is dangerous; he will kill you."
"My father," replied Raoul, "lived for twenty years under the menace of a much more formidable enemy, and he still lives."
"Your father had good friends, viscount."
"Yes," sighed Raoul, "such friends, indeed, that none are now left like them."
"Do not say that, I beg, at the very moment I offer you my friendship;" and Buckingham opened his arms to embrace Raoul, who delightedly received the proffered alliance. "In my family," added Buckingham, "you are aware. Monsieur de Bragelonne, that we die to save those we love."
"I know it well, duke," replied Raoul.
CHAPTER XIII.
AN ACCOUNT OF WHAT THE CHEVALIER DE LORRAINE THOUGHT OF MADAME,
Nothing further interrupted the journey. Under a pretext which was little remarked, M. de Wardes went forward in advance of the others. He took Manicamp with him, for his equable and dreamy disposition acted as a counterpoise to his own. It is a subject of remark, that quarrelsome and restless characters invariably seek the companionship of gentle, timorous dispositions, as if the former sought, in
