The rest, both behind and before him, stopped likewise.
"The duc, sire," continued Gaston, "was nearly where I stand: he was walking in the same direction as your majesty; M.de Lorgnes was exactly where your lieutenant of musketeers is; M.de Saint-Maline and his majesty's ordinaries were behind him and around him.

It was here that he was struck." The king turned towards his officer, and saw something like a cloud pass over his martial and daring countenance.
"Yes, from behind!" murmured the lieutenant, with a gesture of supreme disdain.

And he endeavored to resume the march, as if ill at ease at being between walls formerly defiled by treachery.
But the king, who appeared to wish to be informed, was disposed to give another look at this dismal spot.
Gaston perceived his nephew's desire.
"Look, sire," said he, taking a flambeau from the hands of M.de Saint-Remy, "this is where he fell.

There was a bed there, the curtains of which he tore with catching at them." "Why does the floor seem hollowed out at this spot ?" asked Louis.
"Because it was here the blood flowed," replied Gaston; "the blood penetrated deeply into the oak, and it was only by cutting it out that they succeeded in making it disappear.

And even then," added Gaston, pointing the flambeau to the spot, "even then this red stain resisted all the attempts made to destroy it." Louis XIV.