“Well, since they have wounded you, complain, and I will do you justice.”
“I complain of nothing, sire.”
Henri looked astonished. “What did you say?” said he to the duke.
“I said that Bussy had received a wound in his side.”
“Is it true, Bussy?”
“The first prince of the blood would not lie, sire.”
“And yet you do not complain?”
“I shall never complain, sire, until they cut off my right-hand, and prevent my revenging myself, and then I will try to do it with the left.”
“Insolent,” murmured Henri.
“Sire,” said the duke, “do justice; we ask no better. Order an inquiry, name judges, and let it be proved who prepared the ambush and the intended murder.”