I nodded.
“And you agree?”
“Proceed, Monsieur,” I said.
“You were with Cadillac?” he asked.
“At Montauban—yes, Monsieur.”
“Come, no lies. He is near by.”
“No nearer than Montauban, Monsieur.”
He glared at me for a moment, but my strength had come back to me, and this time I could meet his gaze without shrinking.
“Then what do you and Fronsac here?” he demanded.
“My friend carries a message to Madame,” I answered readily, glad to find an answer that was near the truth. “He chose me to ride hither with him.”