"Not all, Monsieur. Not all," the Court spy, for such he was, answered with a bow and a shrug, as though deprecating the necessity for contradicting Andrew. "Many of the noblesse go against the Duke and throw in their lot with France--she protecting them from Charles of Lorraine's anger. He is one of them and has been since '70, when the King claimed the province again."
Whereon he filled his glass once more.
"And where is Turenne now?" asked Andrew, playing with his own glass, but drinking nothing.
"The last news came from Sintzheim, where he had just beaten Caprara. He is somewhere, therefore, in that neighbourhood."
"And Sintzheim is on the east bank of the Rhine, if I remember aright."
"So, so! 'Twixt Philipsburg on the Rhine and Heilbronn on the Neckar."
"Ay! thereabouts. And you are sure this man, this Camille de Bois-Vallée, is there with his master?"
"Where else? That is his post. Unless----"
"Unless?"
"He is killed. That may be. They are fighting always during the summer. In the winter they go into quarters. Some returning to Paris who can get leave--and, then, 'tis as though forty thousand devils more than there are already here were let loose! Some stay there. The married ones mostly. He does, I think."