"Not as yet, they have not been questioned, but they are about to be brought into court, and I do not expect that they will lie in the face of justice."
"I demand that my servants be not brought forward as witnesses against their master," said the marshal, his eyes dilating, his brow wrinkling, and his beard bristling blue upon his chin: "a master is above the gossiping tales and charges of his servants."
"Do you think then, messire, that your servants will accuse you?"
"I demand that I, a marshal of France, a baron of the duchy, should be sheltered from the slanders of small folk, whom I disown as my servants if they are untrue to their master."
"Messire, I see we must put you on the rack, or nothing will be got from you."
"Hola! I appeal to his grace the Duke of Brittany, and ask an adjournment, that I may take advice on the charges brought against me, which I have denied, and which I deny still."
"Well, I shall adjourn the case till the 25th of this month, that you may be well prepared to meet the accusations."
On his way back to prison, the marshal passed
