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He asked the others what they thought of it, and chiefly 

 Master Gilbert, who told him he had great hope his Lord the 

 King would recover; which made the Prince very glad. 



Four days later, the King, and the Queen-mother, and 

 M. le Cardinal de Bourbon, his brother, and M. le Prince 

 de la Roche-sur-Yon, and M. de Guise, and other great per- 

 sons, after we had dressed the King of Navarre, wished 

 us to hold a consultation in their presence, all the physicians 

 and surgeons together. Each of them said what he thought, 

 and there was not one but had good hope, they said, that 

 he would recover. I persisted always in the contrary. M. 

 le Prince, who loved me, drew me aside, and said I was 

 alone against the opinion of all the others, and prayed me 

 not to be obstinate against so many good men. I answered, 

 When I shall see good signs of recovery, I will change my 

 mind. Many consultations were held, and I never changed 

 what I said, and the prognosis I had made at the first dress- 

 ing, and said always the arm would fall into a gangrene: 

 which it did, for all the care they could give to it; and he 

 rendered his spirit to God the eighteenth day after his 

 wound. 



M. le Prince, having heard of it, sent to me his surgeon, 

 and his physician, one Lefevre, now physician-in-ordinary to 

 the King and Queen-mother, to say he wished to have the 

 bullet, and we were to look for it, to see where it was. Then 

 I was very glad, and assured them I should quickly find it; 

 which I did in their presence, with many other gentlemen: 

 it was just in the very middle of the bone. M. le Prince took 

 and showed it to the King and to the Queen, who all said 

 that my prognosis had come true. The body was laid to 

 rest at Chateau Gaillard: and I returned to Paris, where 

 I found many patients, who had been wounded on the 

 breach at Rouen, and chiefly Italians, who were very eager 

 I should dress them: which I did willingly. Many of them 

 recovered: the rest died. Mon petit maistre, I think you 

 were called to dress some, for the great number there was 

 of them. 



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