And the young man drew from under his coat a dagger made entirely of steel, blade and handle. The handle was shaped like a cross, and on the blade, sure enough, were engraved the words, “Companions of Jehu.”
Bonaparte examined the weapon carefully.
“And you say they planted that plaything in your Englishman’s breast?”
“Up to the hilt.”
“And he’s not dead?”
“Not yet, at any rate.”
“Have you been listening, Bourrienne?”
“With the greatest interest.”
“You must remind me of this, Roland.”
“When, general?”