You love him as I and mine the King.
It is as much as my life is worth, as much as my honor, to condone it.
Yet I would not be a tale-bearer, but this cannot pass unless----" "Shall I cut him down where he stands, _Mon Commandant_ ?" growled the old port-aigle, presenting his weapon.
"And add murder to treason!" exclaimed St.Laurent, his face flushing a little but not giving back an inch before the threatening approach of the veteran.
There was good stuff in him, evidently, and even those who foresaw terrible consequences to themselves in his unexpected presence could not but admire him.

They were even proud that he was a Frenchman, even though he served the King they hated.
"By no means," said Lestoype, motioning the color-bearer back.

"You shall go as freely as you came." "And if you do as I suggest I shall go and forget all I have seen, messieurs." "Impossible!" "Upon my honor I shall do it but on one condition." "Ah! and that is ?" "That you give me the Eagle." "Give you the Eagle!" exclaimed old Captain Grenier.
"The Eagle for which our brave comrades died," said Drehon.
"The Eagle which has been carried in triumph in every capital in Europe!" added Suraif.
The whole room was filled with cries again.
"Never! Never!" The whole mass surged forward, including Marteau.
"Was it to give it up to any servant of King Louis that I brought it back ?" the latter shouted threateningly.
"Gentlemen," said the young aide so soon as he could make himself heard in the tumult, "the choice is yours, not mine.

I am a soldier of the King, aide-de-camp to the Governor of this place, an officer under the Marquis d'Aumenier.

You have your ideas of duty, I have mine.