“You hear?” said the duke to Monsoreau.
“Yes monseigneur.”
At this moment Quelus and Schomberg entered. The king received them with open arms.
Monsoreau said softly to the duke, “You exile me, monseigneur.”
“Is it not your duty to prepare the chase for the king?”
“I understand—this is the last of the eight days fixed by your highness, and you prefer sending me to Compiègne to keeping your promise.”
“No, on the contrary; I keep my promise.”
“Explain yourself.”
“Your departure will be publicly known.”
“Well?”