Under the Red Robe Page #4

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May the hand of Jesus Christ bless us

and also this food that we are about to eat.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

So be it.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's a bad omen!

No.

So, you are from Paris, aren't you?

No.

I'm from Normandie.

But I've been living in Paris.

And you are journeying just for pleasure?

Oh, no, madame.

I am on my way to Spain.

To Spain?

- Yes.

- Why to Spain?

To see the Duke of Foix.

Why do you want to see him?

Oh, he may be glad of a good sword.

If your gracious command would help

me to a guide, madame...

I would proceed to Spain as

soon as I have my horses.

In a few days, we should

give you a good guide.

Thank you, madame.

In the meantime...

You had better stay here.

Thank you, madame.

In fact, you do not happen to know

any of the duke's friends?

No, no.

Why did you leave Paris, then?

Oh, I left Paris because...

The cardinal wanted to hang me.

Why?

Dueling, madame.

For what?

I almost like the cardinal.

'Thou shalt not kill. '

Of course.

You are a Protestant.

And you?

A Catholic?

I'm afraid I have no religion.

How can you live without

something to believe in?

I have my honor, madame.

And my sword.

Your honor?

Yes, of course.

We return thanks unto thee

for all thy blessings.

O, Omnipotent God...

...who liveth and reigneth forevermore.

So be it.

Let me see. Where was it you were attacked?

At the river.

I was looking for a place to cross.

And you were one man against many?

At that moment, yes.

I had left my man with the horse.

Poor man. I feel the worse.

A faithful servant?

Oh, he followed me like a dog.

Oh, I wonder what has happened.

Master!

Marius!

- Master!

- Gil!

You dog.

You faithful dog.

What did I tell you, madame?

Master, you don't know what

I've gone through! I've -

And you don't know what I've gone through.

I was attacked, hit on the head,

thrown into the river...

Picked up for dead.

What happened to you?

I don't think I'll tell mine now.

No, no. You must be tired out. And you...

And you're always so nicely dressed.

Yes, we'll find a room for him.

Oh, no, madame. He wouldn't think of

sleeping anywhere but at the foot of my bed.

Would you, Marius?

Oh, I wouldn't think of it.

I knew you wouldn't.

Come.

Good night, Your Grace.

Good night, my lady.

Is he a spy?

I'm sure of it.

He was terrified that

his man would betray him.

He's a bad man, I swear.

How do you know that?

He only looked at me once.

And a cold shiver ran down my spine.

He did an honor to your dinner, Marie.

We can believe that he was hungry.

Nor was I! They only care for two things.

And food's the other one.

'Reymond de Vas.

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