Once I had to leave Paris by stealth at dead of night; another time I saved my life by simulating death.

But why recount all the attempts on my life?
Another time, perhaps.
The subject is not a pleasant one, but this I will say: I never spared a Griscelli that I had not cause to regret my clemency.

The last I spared was the young man who tried to murder me down in the wood there; and if he does not repay my forbearance by repeating the attempt, he will be false to the traditions of his race..