"Hold my stirrup, Bazin," cried Aramis; and Aramis sprang into the saddle with his usual grace and agility, but after a few vaults and curvets of the noble animal his rider felt his pains come on so insupportably that he turned pale and became unsteady in his seat.
Y Aramis se lanzó a la silla con su gracia y su ligereza ordinarias; pero tras algunas vueltas y algunas corvetas del noble animal, su caballero se resintió de dolores tan insoportables que palideció y se tambaleó.