This time the Hungarian butcher will spare no victims: he will kill the mother before her children's eyes, the children in their mother's arms.

The drawbridge of this castle is up and there are none on guard; every man who can wield a sword is now at the other end of the town.

Woe to you, Marie of Durazzo, if the King of Hungary shall remember that you preferred his rival to him!" "But have you not come here to save me ?" cried Marie in a voice of anguish.

"Joan, my sister, did she not command you to take me to her ?" "Your sister is no longer in the position to give orders," replied Renaud, with a disdainful smile.

"She had nothing for me but thanks because I saved her life, and her husband's too, when he fled like a coward before the man whom he had dared to challenge to a duel." Marie looked fixedly at the admiral to assure herself that it was really he who thus arrogantly talked about his masters.