The Jacobin stood at their elbow. "Follow me, my lords of Spain," he cried. "No friends of God and the Duke dare be idle this happy morn. Follow, and I will show you wonders."
He led them east to where a broader street ran to the river.
"Somewhere here lies Teligny," he croaked. "Once he is dead the second head is lopped from the dragon of Babylon. Oh that God would show us where Conde and Navarre are hid, for without them our task is incomplete."
