What else might I have expected from the man that had lured me into such a wager--a wager which the knowledge he possessed had made him certain of winning?
Would he who had cheated at the dealing of the cards neglect an opportunity to cheat again during the progress of the game?
As I have said, I had it in my mind to cry out that he lied--that I was not Lesperon; that he knew I was Bardelys.

But the futility of such an outcry came to me simultaneously with the thought of it.

And, I fear me, I stood before him and his satellites--the mocking Saint-Eustache amongst them--a very foolish figure.
"There is no more to be said," I murmured at last.
"But there is!" he retorted.

"There is much more to be said.

You shall render yet an account of your treason, and I am afraid, my poor rebel, that your comely head will part company with your shapely body.