He went straight up to him and offered him his hand, which the prince pressed with affection, and almost with respect.
They called each other "Monseigneur." After this the unknown took off his cloak. He was dressed in a buff doublet, and had high leather boots; he was armed with a long sword, which seemed to make part of himself, so easily it hung, and with a little dagger, which was passed through his belt. His boots were covered with mud and dust, and his spurs were red with the blood of his horse. He took his place at the table.
"Well, where are we?" asked he.
"Monseigneur," replied William, "you must have seen, in coming here, that the streets were barricaded."
"I saw that."
"And the houses loopholed?"
"I did not see that; but it is a good plan."
"And the sentries doubled?"
"Does not monseigneur approve of these preparations for defense?" said a voice, in a tone of anxious disappointment.
"Yes; but, however, I do not believe that in our circumstances it will be useful; it fatigues the soldier and disquiets the bourgeois. You have a plan of attack and defense, I suppose?"