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.
Fue así, presa de una alucinación, como D'Artagnan franqueó, al trote que quiso tomar su caballo, las seis a ocho leguas que separan Chantilly de Crèvecceur, sin que al llegar a esta ciudad se acordase de nada de lo que había encontrado en su camino.