He could not move without pain; and for Badelon, his knee was as big as two with plaisters of his own placing.
Count Hannibal stared at the ceiling.

"You could not strike two blows!" he said.

"Don't lie to me! And Badelon cannot walk two yards! Fine fighters!" he continued with bitterness, not all bitter.

"Fine bars 'twixt a man and death! No, it is time to turn the face to the wall.
And, since go I must, it shall not be said Count Hannibal dared not go alone! Besides--" Bigot stopped him with an oath that was in part a cry of pain.
"D---n her!" he exclaimed in fury, "'tis she is that _besides_! I know it.

'Tis she has been our ruin from the day we saw her first, ay, to this day! 'Tis she has bewitched you until your blood, my lord, has turned to water.