“Have you anything more to say?”
“No, nothing more; we are quits. I killed sixteen, not one more, not one less.”
“You know you have to die?”
“I ask for no quarter!”
“Have you been a soldier?”
“Yes, I served at one time. And 'tis you killed my father, who was a soldier of the first Emperor, not to speak of my youngest son François, whom you killed last month near Evreux. I owed this to you, and I've paid you back. 'Tis tit for tat!”
The officers stared at one another.
The old man went on:
“Eight for my father, eight for my son—that pays it off! I sought for no quarrel with you. I don't know you! I only know where you came from. You came to my house here and ordered me about as if the house was yours. I have had my revenge, and I'm glad of it!”
And stiffening up his old frame, he folded his arms in the attitude of a humble hero.