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None of us being sufficiently near to prevent, and the power of the demon prevailing over weak and mortal flesh, he mounted the curb, and, amid the most horrid shrieks, cursings and revilings proceeding from the foul demon Lilith, he plunged himself bodily in the darkness below, wherefrom came only faint groans for a short space. Thus died Pedro d'Ortez, Lord of Cartillon.
Statement of Brothers Anselmo and Jehan, touching the rites of exorcism by them administered, contra daemonios, to the temporal and seigneural lord, Pedro d'Ortez, Count of Cartillon fourteenth of said lordship a man of profane blood, dying in grievous torment of soul, possessed of foul and wicked fiends may God protect all true Christians from the same.
"I swear, I swear," the old man repeated piteously after his son. And so it came to be that Raoul, the second son, succeeded his father as Lord of Cartillon. And thus is the promise of the Lord God made true. DOCUMENT No. 4
Then one who could answer came running toward me from the castle, gashed, with snapped sword in hand. "Oh, master, master, the Catholics, the Catholics," was all he could speak out before he fell a senseless mass at my horse's feet. Cartillon was not now a refuge. Immediately the distant sound of hoof beats came loud and louder yet, from the direction of Rouen. Ortez was coming.
RAOUL ARMAND XAVIER D'ORTEZ. of Cartillon, Normandy. Having carefully read this letter, I then proceeded to peruse the various documents in the order he had arranged them. The first, written by the hand of the Benedictine, Laurent of Lorraine, Abbot of Vaux, told of the admission to the monastery of a child, son of Henri d'Artin, to whom the good monks gave the name Bartholomew Pasquier.
When the noisy troop rode up to the gates of Cartillon their leader paused, a head appeared upon the battlements. "Guise," cried Ortez, giving the watchword of that day of slaughter. The drawbridge lowered, and open swung the gates. "Welcome to Cartillon, d'Artin," Ortez bowed. "Here at last we find rest and refreshment. Let a feast be spread in the great hall, ransack the place for good cheer.
"The same, but here, overall, is the bendlet sinister." I scarcely dared to look up into his face. "Aye," he replied, his countenance livid with shame. "It is the bar sinister, the badge of dishonor. So do those proud arms appear in the sight of God, and so shall they be seen of men. And for generations each Lord of Cartillon has added to that crimson stripe the indelible stain of cowardice."
From across the wall, unobserved, I watched her leave the place, downcast of eye and slow of step. In rebellious and uncertain mood I rode away. Though the relish in my task was done, I made all haste toward Dieppe. Scarcely stopping for food, changing horses as often as I could, I pushed on without adventure until I reached the Chateau Cartillon, then a formless ruin.
All of this took only an instant, for it appeared but the end of a desperate encounter which had been raging elsewhere. The time, however, was long enough for me to see that those of the larger party wore the white sash and cross which distinguished my assailants in Rouen. "God in heaven, what murder's work have we at Cartillon?" I cried aloud in my misery.
Here they were at fault, not knowing whither I had turned among so many narrow and irregular streets. Before they found me again I was well upon the high road to Cartillon. The superior speed of my horse gave me easily the lead. I soon overtook Gaston, drawn aside in the bushes, wounded and bleeding, waiting for me.
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