“Ah!” whispered Henri again: “that is all forgotten.”
“Hush! let me speak.”
“Go on,” said the voice.
“I acknowledge having stolen the crown from my brother D’Alençon, to whom it belonged of right, as I had formerly renounced it on accepting the crown of Poland.”
“Knave!” said the king.
“Go on,” said the voice.
“I acknowledge having joined my mother, to chase from France my brother-in-law, the King of Navarre, after having destroyed all his friends.”
“Ah!” whispered the king, angrily.
“Sire, do not let us offend God, by trying to hide what He knows as well as we do.”
“Leave politics,” said the voice.