They are true to France at any rate.

But whomsoever you see consort with the two Retzs--the King of Spain's jackals as men name them--avoid him for a Spaniard and a traitor.' 'But the Retzs are Italians,' I objected peevishly.
'The same thing,' he answered curtly.

'They cry, "Vive le Roi!" but privately they are for the League, or for Spain, or for whatever may most hurt us; who are better Frenchmen than themselves, and whose leader will some day, if God spare his life, be King of France.' 'Well, the less I have to do with the one or the other of them, save at the sword's point, the better I shall be pleased,' I rejoined.
On that he looked at me with a queer smile; as was his way when he had more in his mind than appeared.

And this, and something special in the tone of his conversation, as well, perhaps, as my own doubts about my future and his intentions regarding me, gave me an uneasy feeling; which lasted through the day, and left me only when more immediate peril presently rose to threaten us.
It happened in this way.

We had reached the outskirts of Blois, and were just approaching the gate, hoping to pass through it without attracting attention, when two travellers rode slowly out of a lane, the mouth of which we were passing.