“Reassure yourself, monseigneur.”
“Why?”
“Is M. de Bussy irrevocably condemned?”
“Yes, mordieu! A man who dictates to me—who takes away from me her whom I was seeking for—who is a sort of lion, of whom I am less the master than the keeper—yes, Aurilly, he is condemned without mercy.”
“Well, then, be easy, for if he escape Monsoreau, he will not escape from another.”
“And who is that?”
“Does your highness order me to name him?”
“Yes, I do.”
“It is M. d’Epernon.”
“D’Epernon! who was to fight him to-morrow?”