“I never heard that the Angevins were cowards.”
“No, doubtless; but my friends are so strong; look at Schomberg’s arm; what muscle!”
“Ah! if you saw Autragues’s! Is that all that reassures you?”
“No; come, and I will show you something.”
“Where?”
“In my room.”
“And this something makes you confident of victory?”
“Yes.”
“Come, then.”
“Wait, and let me take leave of them. Adieu, my good friends,” murmured the king, as he stooped and imprinted a light kiss on each of their foreheads.