“There is no possibility that I shall survive you, but so long as I have any breath left in my body, you can count upon me.”
“I refer to the final disposition to be made of my body.”
“The same, I presume, as at Avignon?”
“The same, my lord.”
“Very well, you may set your mind at rest.”
Roland bowed to Sir John and returned to his friends.
“Have you any wishes in case the affair terminates fatally?” asked one of them.
“One only.”
“What is it?”
“That you permit Sir John to take entire charge of the funeral arrangements. For the rest, I have a note in my left hand for him. In case I have not time to speak after the affair is over, you are to open my hand and give him the note.”