But we are in Blois, not Paris.

It is not far to the Loire, and you have to deal with a man now, not with a woman.

It is you who have cause to tremble, not I.' 'You think to be protected,' he answered with a sour smile, 'even on this side of the Loire, I see.

But one word to the Pope's Legate, or to the Duke of Nevers, and you would see the inside of a dungeon, if not worse.

For the king--' 'King or no king!' I answered, interrupting him with more assurance than I felt, seeing that I remembered only too well Henry's remark that Rosny must not look to him for protection, 'I fear you not a whit! And that reminds me.