“Having received this most gratifying assurance from your Highness, I will retire,” said De Noailles, slightly alarmed, “entreating you to believe that though placed by circumstances in an inimical position, I rejoice in your auspicious arrival in this country, and trust that Heaven may guard you from all ill, and shed its blessings upon you and her Majesty.” “Perfidious villain! I marvel that lies of such magnitude choke him not,” exclaimed the Duke of Alva, involuntarily clutching his poniard. “I thank your excellency for your good wishes, which I am convinced are as sincere as your vehement denial of all complicity in this black affair,” rejoined Philip. “But I must detain you a few minutes longer. You have come most _à propos_. I am about to interrogate one of my assailants, and shall be glad that you should be present during the examination.” “The villain, as I have heard, is confined in the dungeon of the Bar-gate,” replied De Noailles. “I will attend there whenever your Highness may desire.” “He is uneasy, and would fain get away,” muttered Alva, who was watching the ambassador narrowly. “I shall not need to give you that trouble,” remarked Philip. “The examination will take place here.” “In this chamber,” exclaimed De Noailles, startled. “I thought the man was desperately wounded and like to die.” “It is true he is badly hurt, but he hath life enough in him to speak, as your excellency will find. He will be here anon,” observed Philip. “But the scene will be disagreeable to me,” cried the ambassador. “I must crave your permission to withdraw.” And without waiting for consent, he turned to depart; but D’Egmont and Alva planted themselves in his way. “A prisoner,” he ejaculated, in consternation. “Ay, a prisoner at his Highness’s pleasure,” rejoined Alva. “I protest against such violation of my privilege,” cried De Noailles, with mingled terror and anger. “You can claim no privilege,” rejoined the Duke, sternly. “You stated expressly that you came here as a private gentleman, and not as an ambassador. Back Sir, at your peril.” Seeing there was no possibility of escape, De Noailles tried to assume a bold and unconcerned demeanour; but his nerves sustained another and yet severer shock as the door was thrown open, and a litter, the curtains of which were closely drawn, was borne into the room, under the conduct of Osbert Clinton. In attendance upon the wounded man was Malwood, the chirurgeon. Behind the litter came Rodomont Bittern, and the four bearers were Rodomont’s friends, who had voluntarily undertaken the office, in order to be present at the examination. [Illustration] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Illustration] CHAPTER XVI. THE EXAMINATION.