ris, to do so. However, if we do not find Geneva
to our taste, there is no reason why we should tarry there, as Zurich
lies on the other end of the lake, and Zurich is Catholic, or at any
rate largely so, and Calvinist doctrines have never flourished there.
But, on the other hand, the sympathies of Geneva have generally been
with France, while those of Zurich are with Austria; therefore I think
that if we like not Geneva we will go to Lyons, where, as an officer of
Viscount Turenne's, I am sure to be well received."

"Why not go there at once, master?"

"Because I think that the fresh air of the lake will brace me up, and
maybe if I find the people too sober minded for me we will go up into
the mountains and lodge there in some quiet village. I think that would
suit both of us."

"It would suit me assuredly," Paolo said joyfully. "I love the
mountains."

Such was indeed the course eventually taken. The strict Calvinism of
Geneva suited neither of them; and after a fortnight's stay there they
went up among the hills, and in the clear brisk air Hector found his
blood begin to run more rapidly through his veins, and his strength and
energy fast returning. Sometimes he rode, but soon found more pleasure
in climbing the hills around on foot, for the mountain paths were so
rough that it was seldom indeed that his horse could break into a trot.

CHAPTER VII: THE DUC D'ENGHIEN

From time to time news came up of what was passing in the world. The
Spaniards had afforded no assistance in men to the duke, for Richelieu
had sent a powerful army into the heart of Flanders, and so kept them
fully occupied. An Austrian force, however, joined that of the duke, and
a battle was fought with the royal army which, under Marshal Chatillon,
lay encamped a league from Sedan. The Austrian general commanded the
main body, the Duc de Bouillon the cavalry, while the Count de Soissons
was with the reserve. At first Chatillon's army had the advantage, but
Bouillon charged with such vehemence that he drove the cavalry of the
royalists down upon their infantry, which fell into confusion, most of
the French officers being killed or made prisoners, and the rest put to
rout. The duke, after the victory, rode to congratulate Soissons, whose
force had not been engaged. He found the count dead, having accidentally
shot himself while pushing up the visor of his helmet with the muzzle of
his pistol.

Bouillon soon learned the hollowness of the p