"I return to my first idea," said Chicot, "that the wolves in this country are different from others, and are differently treated; with artillery, for instance."
"Ah!" said Henri, "it is a mania of the people of Montcuq. Since I gave them these four pieces they take them about everywhere."
"Well, sire, shall we arrive to-day?"
"No, to-morrow."
"To-morrow morning or evening?"
"Morning."
"Then," said Chicot, "it is at Cahors we are to hunt, is it not, sire?"
"On that side," replied Henri.
"But, sire, you who have infantry, cavalry, and artillery to hunt wolves with, should also have taken the royal standard, and then the honor to the wolves would have been complete."
"We have not forgotten it, Chicot, ventre St. Gris! only it is left in the case for fear of dirtying it. But if you wish to see it, and know under whose banner you march, you shall see it."