CHAPTER XXXI.

THE MONK. Two men lay stretched out on the ground; one bathed in his blood, and motionless, with his face towards the sky; he was dead. The other leaned against the tree, supported there by the two valets, and was praying fervently, with clasped hands and eyes raised to heaven. He had received a ball in his thigh, which had broken the upper part of it. The young men first approached the dead man. "He is a priest," said Bragelonne, "he has worn the tonsure. Oh, the villains! to lift their hands against a minister of…