Alexandre Dumas. Vicomte de Bazelon, or Ten years later (№ 385636)

Supported arms, from all sides ran to him, he could turn his gaze to the side of the fortress and get it confused her on the main Bastion of the white Royal banner; his ears, no longer able to perceive the noises of life, I catch however hardly hear a drum roll, announcing victory.
Then, clutching cold, dead hand a Marshal's baton embroidered with gold lilies, he lowered his eyes, for he had no more strength to look to the sky, and fell to muttering strange, unknown words, seemed surprised soldiers some cabbalism, words that once meant so much and which now, besides dying, nobody knew:
- Athos, Porthos, see you soon. Aramis, adieu forever!
From four brave men, the story that we told, there was only the dust; their souls are summoned God.