My horse is at the door below, in readiness to take him.

I pray you to allow me to retire." He swayed and would have fallen, had not the marshal and one of the others present caught him, and laid him down on a couch.
"He is wounded, marshal," the other officer said.

"This sleeve is saturated with blood." The marshal raised his voice, and called an attendant: "Run to the quarters of staff surgeon Schmidt, and ask him to come here immediately, and to bring another of his staff with him, if there is one in." In two minutes the king's chief surgeon entered, followed by another of his staff.
"First look to the wound of Cornet Drummond," the marshal said.

"It is in the arm, and I trust that he has only fainted from loss of blood." The surgeons examined the wound.
"It is in no way serious, marshal.

As you say, he has fainted from loss of blood.