I am the body-servant of the king.

Who touches me touches him.

Have a care for yourselves.

It is a dangerous game!" "On, you cowards!" roared De Montespan.
But the men-at-arms hesitated, for the fear of the king was as a great shadow which hung over all France.

De Catinat saw their indecision, and he followed up his advantage.
"This woman," he cried, "is the king's own favourite, and if any harm come to a lock of her hair, I tell you that there is not a living soul within this portcullis who will not die a death of torture.