D'Artagnan shakes his head, though he's preoccupied with tightening the girth until the horse gives in and stops holding her breath so that her girth will be looser once she exhales.
"Angels are God's heavenly servants, priests are his earthly ones," he explains. Then, focused on current matters, he holds up the bridle, "The bit goes between the teeth."
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"Angels are God's heavenly servants, priests are his earthly ones," he explains. Then, focused on current matters, he holds up the bridle, "The bit goes between the teeth."