"See you, my butler of Rozel, you shall speak the truth, or I'll have you where that jerkin will fit you not so well a month hence.

Plain answers I will have to plain questions, or De Carteret of St.Ouen's shall have his will of you and your precious pirate.

So bear yourself as you would save your head and your honours." Lempriere of Rozel never had a better moment than when he met the Queen of England's threats with faultless intrepidity.

"I am concerned about my head, but more about my honours, and most about my honour," he replied.

"My head is my own, my honours are my family's, for which I would give my head when needed; and my honour defends both until both are naught--and all are in the service of my Queen." Smiling, Elizabeth suddenly leaned forward, and, with a glance of satisfaction towards the Duke's Daughter, who was present, said: "I had not thought to find so much logic behind your rampant skull," she said.