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"Will you have the 'Silver Scarf, madam; or 'the Knight and the Soldan of Bagdad? They are both done into my poor English from the troubadours of Almeigne." The lady fixed, at haphazard, on "the Knight and the Soldan of Bagdad:" and Phil prepared to obey her commands. He took a small harp in his hand, and sate down in the vacant chair next to Sir Bryan de Bareilles.
"Yes," I said, peering at him through the darkness. "Good!" he answered. "Then now for Bareilles, supper, and a full purse; and afterwards, for me, the quietest corner of France! The King will make a fine outcry, and I do not trust one gov " In a flash Parabere had him by the throat, and dragged him in a grip of iron on to the withers of his horse.
Dreading nothing so much as that I might lose the advantage of surprise, I put aside two of the men on the steps who would have questioned me, and strode boldly across the stone landing at the head of the flight. Here I found two doors facing me, and foresaw the possibility of error; but I was relieved from the burden of choosing by the sudden appearance at one of them of Bareilles himself.
I took care that that spark should be wanting, however; and to that end I compelled Bareilles to mount and ride with us as far as Saury. Here, where I found the inn burned and the woman murdered, I should have done no more than justice had I hung him as well; and I think that he half expected it.
His messenger had found Bareilles on the point of starting against a band of plunderers who had ravaged the country for a twelvemonth. He had sent me the most; civil messages therefore but he had not come. "However, he will be at Gueret to-morrow," Parabere added cheerfully. "Will he?" I said. "I will answer for it," he answered. "In the meantime, he has done what he can for our comfort." "How?"
But all were silent; he found every eye upon him, and, doubtful and taken by surprise, he unbuckled his sword and flung it with an oath upon the floor. "To the garden with him!" Bareilles continued, hoarsely. "Quick! Take him! I will send you your orders."
But, assured that by forcing him to that which must for ever render him odious and particularly among his inferiors I had sapped his authority at the root, I took care only that he should not leave us. I directed Colet to unsaddle and bivouac in the garden, and myself lay all night with Parabere and Bareilles in the room in which we had supped, Boisrueil and La Font taking turns to keep the door.
"You sent him out this morning against the Great Band; instead, he took it upon him to lay a plot for me, from which I have only narrowly escaped." "Martin?" "Yes, M. de Bareilles, Martin!" I answered roundly, fixing him with my eyes; while Parabere went quietly to the door, and stood by it. "If I am not mistaken, I hear him at this moment dismounting below.
"Let us be jogging." He had tied his prisoner neck and knees over the saddle before him. "You heard what he said?" I muttered, as we moved on. "Perfectly," he answered in the same tone. "And you think?" "I think, Grand Master," he replied drily, "that the sooner you are out of La Marche and Bareilles' government the longer you are likely to live."
We reached at last a good-sized square, on one side of which though the rest of the town lay buried in darkness a large building, which I judged to be Bareilles' residence, exposed a dozen lighted windows to the street. Two or three figures lounged half-seen on the wide stone steps which led up to the entrance, and the rattle of dice, with a murmur of voices, came from the windows.
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