“He is as brave as a Cæsar,” said the king.
“So brave that I do not understand it,” said Chicot.
“See, he sleeps already.”
Chicot approached the bed to look.
“Oh!” said he.
“What is it?”
“Look,” and he pointed to D’Epernon’s boots.
“Blood!”
“He has been walking in blood.”
“Can he be wounded?” said the king, anxiously.