D'Artagnan was too good a swordsman to trifle with his opponent. He made a rapid and brilliant feint which Mordaunt parried.
âAha!â he cried with a smile of satisfaction.
And without losing a minute, thinking he saw an opening, he thrust his right in and forced Mordaunt to parry a counter en quarte so fine that the point of the weapon might have turned within a wedding ring.
This time it was Mordaunt who smiled.
âAh, sir,â said D'Artagnan, âyou have a wicked smile. It must have been the devil who taught it you, was it not?â
Twenty Years After, chapter 69
D'Artagnan X Miladyâs son. I could write pages about how it is not his fault for being wicked and all, but I wonât do it because 1) no time 2) Iâm definitely worse at writing essays than giffing pics  3) who cares?
