The Devil in the Duke
air, as he endured the Irishman's gaze, and stood at ease with one hand upon the hilt of a saber which he bad assumed since entering the castle.
Duke Victor was the first to speak.
"Colonel O'Rourke, I believe?" he said pleasantly enough—with the air of one greeting an unexpected guest. "Captain de Brissac!"
"Your highness?"
"I observe that Colonel O'Rourke's hands are bound behind him. Surely that is unnecessary, in addition to being an indignity. Loose him at once."
The captain untied the ropes. O'Rourke moistened his lips nervously, looking the duke up and down, for once in his career at a loss for words. But the duke saved him the trouble of speaking.
"Colonel," he said familiarly, resuming his nonchalant teetering in front of the great fireplace, "you will no doubt have complaint to make in regard to our method of welcoming you to Grandlieu!"
"Faith, I have that!" O'Rourke assured him earnestly.
"So I surmised." The duke smiled. "As to why we have acted in this manner—why, monsieur, it's hardly necessary to discuss our reasons. I fancy they're evident and well understood by you and myself."
"Faith, yes," O'Rourke agreed. "I'm not the man to deny that. But I dispute your right, monsieur."
"Oh—!" And the duke waved a slender, white hand airily. "There's no need of going into that, either, my colonel. You dispute the right—I arrogate it unto myself and shall consistently maintain it. No gain to either of us—to fight over that. The point of the whole matter is—" He paused thoughtfully.
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