“And his wife? Madame de Monsoreau!” cried Antragues; but no one answered.
“Bussy, poor Bussy.”
“Yes, they wished to get rid of the most formidable of us all.”
“It is cowardly! it is infamous!”
“We will tell the duke.”
“No,” said Antragues, “let us not charge any one with the care of our vengeance. Look, my friends, at the noble face of the bravest of men; see his blood, that teaches that he never left his vengeance to any other person. Bussy! we will act like you, and we will avenge you.”
Then, drawing his sword, he dipped it in Bussy’s blood.
“Bussy,” said he, “I swear on your corpse, that this blood shall be washed off by the blood of your enemies.”
“Bussy,” cried the others, “we swear to kill them or die.”
“No mercy,” said Antragues.