Swiss Officer:
Warm work, gentlemen. And where were the Musketeers?
Aramis:
At our prayers, sir, like good Christians!
Swiss Officer:
Ha! By God, sir, so was I! And with good reason. That bastion was buzzing like a beehive.
Athos:
And yet you did not stay for breakfast, sir.
Swiss Officer:
Neither would you.
Athos:
Hmm. Will you bet on that? I'll wager you, better more I will wager you the finest dinner on this camp that my friends and I will have breakfast on that bastion, now.
Swiss Officer:
[laughs]
Done. Done! Do you hear that, Spengler? You and I will eat that big dinner alone, I think!
D'Artagnan:
What is it? What's new?
Porthos:
Ah. Our good friends Athos proposes to have us killed for breakfast. Up yonder.
D'Artagnan:
What?
Athos:
Planchet, get me a basket, some bread, and four cold chickens. Ham, some oysters, and eight bottles of wine, now.
Planchet:
Oh fine.
Porthos:
And make the wine champagne.
Aramis:
At breakfast? Oh my dear Porthos.
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