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Updated: June 10, 2025
He opened a cabinet in the room, took out several swords, and, handing them to Gaston, said: "Choose which one you will die by." Gaston selected one. "With this will I kill you," he said. Neither of them had seen me, although I was in evidence plain enough. I started forward, however, and grasping Gaston's arm, forced him to look at me. "Babache," he said, recognizing me instantly.
So, I am in control of my niece, very much as you, Count Saxe, are Duke of Courland: we both have the papers that is, if Babache still has your rescript under his shirt, but neither one of us could precisely enforce our authority." This was the only gibe Madame Riano threw at us during the whole journey. Often, when Mademoiselle Capello rode, she called me to her side.
He rose and stood, the picture of a conqueror, smiling at the thought of the great adventures before him. "It is a large enterprise," I said. "Our necks will be in jeopardy every hour but that is a small matter." "A very small matter, my Babache. Do you see yonder stars?" He pointed out of the window where the earnest stars were palpitating in the dark blue heavens.
When he had risen from table, Gaston therefore announced that he and his brother and Jacques Haret would be quartered at the Manoir Cheverny, but he hoped to see much of the ladies at the château of Capello, and also of Count Saxe and Captain Babache which we all suitably acknowledged.
Schnelling walked up to a man in a colonel's uniform, and saluting, said: "Colonel Pintsch, this gentleman, Captain Babache, brings you ten thousand crowns, with the compliments of Count Saxe, and is prepared to receive the prisoners."
"It is very superb, I know," she replied, but a shade came over her face. "Is it not trying, Babache, to have one's lightest word taken seriously? Here is the story of this coach.
I am aware that some people say he had no heart, but I, Babache, know better; else would I have died like a felon the day I first spoke with him face to face. Presently, as we sat together in his dingy room at the inn, after the midnight bells had spoken, he said: "Babache, I have found out enough since I have been in Paris to show me that I must see the king before twenty-four hours are over.
"God be praised, Babache, I have met Jacques Haret and given him the handsomest drubbing imaginable," he said. "Thank God," I replied. "It was at a little inn on the border line of France. Part of the inn is in the Netherlands and part is in France, and a chalk line drawn across the floor of the common room shows you, if you wish, when you are in France and when you are in the Netherlands.
"As Gaston Cheverny's coolness saved me from the consequences of my own rashness for look you, Babache, I was rash, and showed all the qualities of a bad general in remaining here practically unguarded it is as little as I can do to have the news of his disappearance gently conveyed to his wife.
"Certainly, Mademoiselle," said Gaston, and then to Count Saxe: "Monsieur, may we meet at Uzmaiz, and may we return in triumph to Mitau, to take our own. Good by, Babache the next time I see you I hope your face will be washed, for it is like a blackamoor's now, with burnt powder."
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