It was as a prey to this hallucination that d’Artagnan traveled, at whatever pace his horse pleased, the six or eight leagues that separated Chantilly from Crevecoeur, without his being able to remember on his arrival in the village any of the things he had passed or met with on the road.
Ilyen lázálomszerű állapotban tette meg D'Artagnan is a hat-nyolc mérföldet Chantilly és Crèvecoeur között, teljesen lova kénye-kedvére hagyatkozva; s amikor Crèvecoeurbe ért, sejtelme sem volt róla, ki-mi akadt menetközben az útjába.