Chicot saw he was being laughed at, and felt rather offended.
The day finished at Muroy, where the gentlemen of the country gave a grand supper to the king, of which Chicot took his part enthusiastically, as it had not been deemed necessary to stop on the road for anything so unimportant as dinner, and he had eaten nothing since he had left Nerac.
Henri had the best house in the town, half the troop slept within doors, the other half in the street where the king was.
"When are we to begin the hunt?" asked Chicot of Henri, as he was undressing.
"We are not yet in the territory of the wolves, my dear Chicot."
"And when shall we be?"
"Curious!"
"Not so, sire; but you understand, one likes to know where one is going."
"You will know to-morrow; meanwhile, lie down there on those cushions on my left; here is Mornay snoring already at my right."
"Peste!" said Chicot, "he makes more noise asleep than awake."