“Yes, Monsieur de Guiche,” repeated the princess. “I had, in fact, heard it rumored, but not confirmed. And so, in truth, it is Monsieur de Guiche who has been thus unfortunate?”
“M. de Guiche himself, Madame.”
“Are you aware, M. de Manicamp,” said the princess, hastily, “that the king has the strongest antipathy to duels?”
“Perfectly so, Madame; but a duel with a wild beast is not answerable.”
“Oh, you will not insult me by supposing that I credit the absurd fable, with what object I cannot tell, respecting M. de Guiche having been wounded by a wild boar. No, no, monsieur; the real truth is known, and, in addition to the inconvenience of his wound, M. de Guiche runs the risk of losing his liberty if not his life.”
“Alas! Madame, I am well aware of that, but what is to be done?”
“You have seen the king?”
“Yes, Madame.”
“What did you say to him?”
“I told him how M. de Guiche went to the chase, and how a wild boar rushed forth out of the Bois-Rochin; how M. de Guiche fired at it, and how, in fact, the furious brute dashed at De Guiche, killed his horse, and grievously wounded himself.”