In three days you will be in the Bastille, and there shall you lie until you rot to carrion." "Loud threats again!" I laughed, hoping by the taunt to learn more.
"Loud perchance, but not empty.

Learn that the Cardinal has knowledge of your association with Mancini, and means to separate you.

An officer of the guards is on his way to Blois.

He is at Meung by now.

He bears a warrant for your arrest and delivery to the governor of the Bastille.
Thereafter, none may say what will betide." And with a coarse burst of laughter he left me, banging the door as he passed out.
For a moment I stood there stricken by his parting words.