If you order me to arrest M.de Guiche's adversary, I will do so; but do not order me to denounce him to you, for in that case I will not obey." "Very well! Arrest him, then." "Give me his name, sire." The king stamped his foot angrily; but after a moment's reflection, he said, "You are right--ten times, twenty times, a hundred times right." "That is my opinion, sire: I am happy that, this time, it accords with your majesty's." "One word more.

Who assisted Guiche ?" "I do not know, sire." "But you speak of two men.

There was a person present, then, as second." "There was no second, sire.

Nay, more than that, when M.de Guiche fell, his adversary fled without giving him any assistance." "The miserable coward!" exclaimed the king.
"The consequence of your ordinances, sire.

If a man has fought well, and fairly, and has already escaped one chance of death, he naturally wishes to escape a second.