'Evil light upon him,' cried Saint-Pol, 'he is in my sister's house. Between them they give me a nephew.'
'Oho!' Montferrat said. 'Is that it? Why, then, we know where to strike him quickest. We should make Navarre of our party.'
'He has done that himself, by all accounts: said the Duke of Burgundy, wide-awake.
The Archduke, returning to his new lodgings in the Bishop's house, sent for his astrologers and asked them, Could he kill the King of England?
'My lord,' said they, 'you cannot.'
'How is that?' he asked.
'Lord,' they told him, 'by our arts we discover that he will live for a hundred years.'
'It is very remarkable,' said the Archduke. 'What sort of years will they be?'
'Lord,' said the astrologers, 'they are divers in complexion; but many of them are red.'
'I will provide that they be,' said the Archduke. 'Go away.'