6/20 I ask you, on your word of honor, Sir John, to promise that, wounded or dying, M.de Barjols' surgeon shall not be allowed to touch me." "But suppose, M.Roland--" "Take it or leave it. Your word of honor, my lord, or devil take me if I fight at all." The Englishman again looked curiously at the young man. His face was livid, and his limbs quivered as though in extreme terror. Sir John, without understanding this strange dread, passed his word. "This, you see, is one of the effects of my charming malady. |