“Do you know me? Do you know me?” said he to the commander.
“If you are not a ghost, I know you,” replied the commander, fixing a look of amazement upon the husband of Emilie.
“Do you remember the unhappy woman whose murderer you were?”
“I remember, I remember, I accuse myself.” And the commander struck his breast in the act of contrition.
At these words, uttered in a low voice by Pierre des Anbiez, Erebus, whose countenance expressed the rage of desperation, raised his sword, and started to throw himself upon the commander.
Pog restrained him with a firm hand, and said to him: “Not yet.”
Erebus rested the point of his sword on the ground, and raised his eyes to heaven.
“You owe me a bloody reparation,” said Pog.
“My life belongs to you. I shall not lift my sword against you,” replied the commander, bowing his head upon his breast.
“You have accepted the combat. I have your word. Here is your adversary,” and he pointed to Erebus. “Here is mine,” and he pointed to Honorât.