To Courfeyrac’s credit, he stares in genuine horror after his friend for a good five seconds before he bursts into laughter. “Ah, mon Dieu- Alors, nique ta mere-“ he swears in two or three other languages, cheerfully flabbergasted, and then looks to his guide with wide eyes. “Was that meant to happen?” And then, “Will he be all right? By God, leave it to Marius…” He chuckles again. “Oh dear."

His own placid horse takes advantage of the halt to nibble on some grass.