"You are, eh? What did you say your name was?"
"Dumas."
"That's what I thought you said. I just wasn't sure I heard right."
"I fear I have damaged him," D'Artagnan said, with genuine concern.
"Oh, no, he'll be all right," said Lucas. "The Irish are a hardheaded people."
As D'Artagnan was helping Delaney to his feet, the door to the inn opened and a party of men entered, laughing boisterously.
"Did you ever see such an animal in your whole life?" said one of them, a tall, dark-haired cavalier with a scar upon his cheek. "An orange horse! A fit steed for a pumpkin!"
D'Artagnan straightened suddenly, and Finn, deprived of his support, slipped to the floor again.
"Forgive me," said D'Artagnan, helping Delaney up again. "I think that man is laughing at my horse."
"Who laughs at a horse laughs at its master," Lucas said, remembering that it was at this very tavern that D'Artagnan first met the Count de Rochefort, and that the man who had just entered with the group of guards could be no other.
"Do you think so?" said D'Artagnan.
"Well, don't you?"
"Perhaps," D'Artagnan said. "But I would not wish to have yet another misunderstanding. No doubt the man means nothing by it."
"How, nothing?" Lucas said. "Clearly, he was making fun of you."
"Indeed? Well, you may be right. Still, it would not do to be too hasty. See, we sit here as friends and moments ago, I would have crossed swords with you."
"That was quite another matter," Lucas said. "This man is insolent and should be chastised."
"You may be right," D'Artagnan said. "Still, I would not wish to leap to the wrong conclusion. And my horse is, I am afraid, a somewhat amusing-looking steed."
"Well, I will not sit here and suffer a countryman of mine to be insulted," Lucas said. "You, sir! You with the scar!"
De Rochefort looked up.
"Yes, you! What are you laughing at?"
"I do not see that as being any concern of yours, Monsieur," said de Rochefort.
"I think it is," said Lucas, standing. "I heard what you said!"
"I was not speaking to you, Monsieur."
"Well, I am speaking to you! I do not like your laughter."
"I do not laugh often, sir," said de Rochefort, "but I retain the privilege of laughing when I please."
"And I, Monsieur, will allow no man to laugh when it displeases me," said Lucas. "Nor will I permit my friends to be the butt of jokes!"
"Please, Dumas," D'Artagnan said, "you do not need to stand up for me; this is my affair."
"Well, when you gentlemen settle it between yourselves, perhaps you will enlighten me as to what this affair may be," said de Rochefort.
"The horse tied up outside, which you were laughing at, is mine," D'Artagnan said. "And it does not suit me to be called a pumpkin!"
"I do not care about what suits you, Monsieur," said de Rochefort. "There are more important matters on my mind and you have already distracted me enough."