good this morning."

"Well, since they have wounded you, complain, and I will do you
justice."

"I complain of nothing, sire."

Henri looked astonished. "What did you say?" said he to the duke.

"I said that Bussy had received a wound in his side."

"Is it true, Bussy?"

"The first prince of the blood would not lie, sire."

"And yet you do not complain?"

"I shall never complain, sire, until they cut off my right-hand,
and prevent my revenging myself, and then I will try to do it
with the left."

"Insolent," murmured Henri.

"Sire," said the duke, "do justice; we ask no better. Order an
inquiry, name judges, and let it be proved who prepared the ambush
and the intended murder."

Henri reddened. "No," said he, "I prefer this time to be ignorant
where the wrong lies, and to pardon everyone. I wish these enemies
to make peace, and I am sorry that Schomberg and D'Epernon are