“I see you have lost your sword,” said the officer contemptuously, “and spared me the trouble of disarming you for drawing within the precincts of the Court. Take my advice, sir—not that of a friend, but of one who has his duty to do towards keeping order here. Take your friends away and consult with them as to what steps you should take before his Majesty hears of this outrage. Monsieur le Comte,” he continued, turning to Francis, “in his Majesty’s name, let me apologise for what must have been a grievous mistake on the part of one of the King’s officers. I am commanded to escort you and your followers into the palace, where his Majesty will receive you at once.”
Francis bowed, and the halberdiers formed up ready for the visitors to pass between their ranks, while Leoni, who looked calm and saturnine as ever, bent forward and whispered a word or two to the King.
“My faith, yes!” he cried, and he turned to the Captain of the Guard. “But, as you see, we are travel-stained and hot with this encounter; we ought to have some minutes to prepare.”
“His Majesty knows that you have been travelling, sir, and will not notice that you have been making some passes in your defence. My master, sir, is impatient, and as he expects you, if I might advise I would say, let me lead you there at once.”
The King bowed and stepped forward directly, closely followed by his suite, and passed out to the front of the hostelry, where a little crowd had gathered, attracted by the exciting incident that had taken place.
The next minute, with about a dozen of the halberdiers to clear the way, the rest behind, the order was loudly given, and the little procession moved towards the great gate of the castle on the hill, the Captain of the Guard marching with drawn sword respectfully by the travellers’ side.
Rather breathless still, the King remained silent, while Denis could not refrain from glancing back, to see his late adversary standing at the inn-door in the act of taking a wine-cup from the hands of the host.
The next moment the figures of the halberdiers shut him from sight, while the boy heard his royal master’s next words, uttered in a low tone to Leoni.
“It’s wonderfully like being prisoners, doctor,” he whispered; “and mind this, if we do not get free again you’ll have to pay the forfeit. Ah, there you are, my young esquire! I’d half forgotten you. Well and bravely fought. Yesterday, as it were, I looked upon you as a page; you are now my esquire indeed. By my sword, the fighting we have had already on this English soil has made quite a fire-eater of you. Why, Leoni, I feel as ready as can be now to enter into the lion’s den. Not get out again! Tchah! With followers like these, who’s going to stand against us? Vive la France!”
“Vive la France, Monsieur le Comte,” said Leoni, in a low meaning tone. “If I might say so, I should think his Majesty King Francis would feel proud of the bearer of his letter, if he could know how bravely one of his nobles kept up the credit of his court of braves.”