"Monsieur le Vicomte d'Exmès!" said Paré, with a low bow.
"Ah, Master, I had no idea you were in camp, and so near us!" said Gabriel.
"I try always to be where I can be of the most service," the surgeon responded.
"Oh, I recognize your noble heart in that! and I am doubly glad that you are here to-day, for I need to avail myself of your knowledge and skill."
"Not for yourself, I trust," said Ambroise Paré. "Of whom do you speak?"
"It is one of my people," said Gabriel. "This morning, while charging in a sort of frenzy upon the retreating English, he received a lance-thrust in the shoulder from one of them."
"In the shoulder? It may not be a very serious matter, then," said the surgeon.
"I am afraid it is, however," said Gabriel, in a lower tone; "for one of the wounded man's comrades, Scharfenstein there, tried in such a rough and awkward fashion to pull out the lance-head that he broke it off, and the iron remained in the wound."
Ambroise Paré's face for a moment assumed an expression which augured ill for the sufferer.
"Let me see him," he said, with his accustomed calmness.