“Asleep, and he will not awaken for an hour yet. No one can hear us,” continued the lad eagerly. “Do give me a fencing lesson, Master Leoni. I remember how Saint Simon once said that you were the finest swordsman about the Court.”
“Did he say that?” said the doctor quietly.
“To be sure he did,” cried the lad, drawing his sword and putting himself on guard.—“Come on.”
“Better not now,” said the doctor. “We may awaken the King.”
“Don’t I tell you he’s fast asleep?”
“Yes; but the guard may hear.”
“Not they; and what matter if they did? Now then; shall I attack you?”
“Yes,” said the doctor quietly. “Would you like a place marked-out upon my chest?”
“There, now you are mocking at me.”
“Yes: I was.”