Courtney’s eye-brows lifted expressively. Than the Archduke himself there was but one better swordsman in the kingdom.
“What has Lotzen been doing to Moore?” he asked.
“Insulting Elise d’Essoldé.”
“By making advances?”
Armand nodded. “And in a particularly nasty way.”
“He isn’t bothered about Moore,” said Courtney. “He thinks he is safe from any one that isn’t of his station.”
“He doesn’t know the Irishman—Moore would kill him without a thought.”
“I’m not so sure,” said Courtney. “Moore is bred to respect for royalty; he would hesitate to use sword against one of the Blood except in defense.”
“Lotzen would best not bank much on that for immunity if he pursue d’Essoldé.”
“Well, so much the better; between you, the trick should be turned; though, as a matter of abstract justice, it’s your particular work.”