Who could have thought that he would receive his death blow at the hands of a youth?
"But whom have we here?
Peste! This is awkward." As he spoke, Count Darbois, the governor of Agen, with a body of troopers, rode up.

He had ridden to within a mile or two of Nerac and, questioning persons from the town, learned that everything was quiet there, and that no fresh body of Huguenots had arrived.

He was on his way back when, hearing the clash of swords, he had ridden into the wood to inquire into its meaning.
"What is this ?" he exclaimed.
"Why, what is this, Monsieur De Fontaine?
Your cousin, Count Raoul, dead!" Louis, who was leaning over his cousin, looked up.
"Alas! I fear that it is so, Monsieur le Comte.

My poor cousin has fallen in a duel." "What a misfortune, and at such a moment! Is it not scandalous that, at a time like this, when every gentleman's sword is needed in defence of our king and faith, they should indulge in private quarrels?
"And is it you, Monsieur D'Estanges, who has done his majesty this bad service ?" For by this time Philip had resumed his doublet and cloak.
"No.

I only stood as second to his opponent, who has behaved fairly and honourably in the matter, as I am sure Count Louis will testify." "Your word is quite sufficient, Monsieur D'Estanges.