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I suppose I looked fierce enough I know I felt no fear, only a strange exaltation for they slunk away. Unwillingly, but with little delay the group melted, Bezers' following of whom I knew the dead man was one the last to go. While I still glared at them, lo! the street was empty; the last had disappeared round the bend.
"How do you come here, and what do you want?" he inquired hoarsely. If looks and tones could kill, we three, trembling behind our flimsy screen, had been freed at that moment from our enemy. "I have come in search of the young birds whose necks you were for stretching, my friend!" was Bezers' answer. "They have vanished.
And yet we have promised Kit, you see, that we would save him we must keep our word. We must save him from Bezers at least." Marie groaned. But Croisette took up the thought with ardour. "From Bezers?" he cried, his face aglow. "Ay, true! So we must! But then we will draw lots, who shall fight him and kill him." I extinguished him by a look.
Once, a lane opening, I saw the Vidame's charger he was in the van stumble and fall among the crowd and heard a great shout go up. But Bezers by a mighty effort lifted it to its legs again. And once too, a minute later, those riding on my right, swerved outwards, and I saw something I never afterwards forgot.
But he turned away, his face darkening, and went back to the group near the door, and never knew the risk he had run. And we breathed again. The agony of suspense, which Bezers' pause had created, passed away. But the night already seemed to us as a week of nights. An age of experience, an aeon of adventures cut us off as we lay shaking behind the curtain from Caylus and its life.
And when old Gil appeared suddenly, while we were still chewing the melancholy cud of Kit's announcement, and cried sepulchrally, "M. le Vidame de Bezers to pay his respects to Mademoiselle!" Well, there was something like a panic, I confess! We scrambled to our feet, muttering, "The Wolf!" The entrance at Caylus is by a ramp rising from the gateway to the level of the terrace.
He had sprung away, and in a dozen strides reached the Vidame's stirrup, and was clasping his knee when I turned. I could not hear at the distance at which I stood, what he said, and the horseman to whom Bezers had committed us spurred between us. But I heard the Vidame's answer. "No! no! no!" he cried with a ring of restrained fury in his voice. "Let my plans alone! What do you know of them?
For surely in all his reckless life Bezers had never been so emphatically the man for the situation had never shown to such advantage as at this moment when he stood confronting the sea of faces, the sneer on his lip, a smile in his eyes; and looked down unblenching, a figure of scorn, on the men who were literally agape for his life. The calm defiance of his steadfast look fascinated even me.
But Diane did not come back. Strange! And Bezers too was unmoved. He stood between the poor woman and the door, and by a gesture bid Mirepoix and the priest pass out before him. "Madame," he said and his voice, stern and hard as ever, expressed no jot of compassion for her, rather such an impatient contempt as a puling child might elicit "you are safe here. And here you will stop!
And very cleanly done, too! A pretty stroke! Well, M. Anne, that was a clever fellow, a very clever fellow. He thought so and I thought so, and what was more to the purpose the most noble Raoul de Bezers thought so too. You understand!" He leered at me and I did understand. I understood that unwittingly I had rid Blaise Bure of a rival.
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