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We were clear of the crowd, and clattering unmolested down a paved street before I fully recovered from the shock which this sight had caused me. Wonder whither we were going took its place. To Bezers' house? My heart sank at the prospect if that were so.
"So you have made the acquaintance of Blaise Bure, my excellent master of the horse! Worthy Blaise! Indeed, indeed, now I understand. And you thought, you whelps," he continued, and as he spoke his tone changed strangely, and he fixed us suddenly with angry eyes, "to play a rubber with me! With me, you imbeciles! You thought the wolf of Bezers could be hunted down like any hare!
But a dozen blows of the long pikes drove them back, howling and cursing to their places. I expected to be taken to Bezers; and what would follow I could not tell. But he did always it seemed what we least expected, for he only scowled at us now, a grim mockery on his lip, and cried, "See that they do not escape again! But do them no harm, sirrah, until I have the batch of them!"
Bezers might put it in this way: let M. de Pavannes resign his mistress and live, or die and lose her. "I see," I answered. "But Louis would not give her up. Not to him!" "He would lose her either way," Croisette answered in a low tone. "That is not however the worst of it. Louis is in his power.
The Vidame's rage I remembered had been directed rather against my cousin than her lover; and now by the light of his threats I read Bezers' purpose more clearly than Louis could. His aim was to punish the woman who had played with him.
And so I and I think each of us four saw the last of Raoul de Mar, Vidame de Bezers, in this life. He was a man whom we cannot judge by to-day's standard; for he was such an one in his vices and his virtues as the present day does not know; one who in his time did immense evil and if his friends be believed, little good. But the evil is forgotten; the good lives.
There could be so little room for hope, even after that smile which I had seen Bezers smile, that I dared not dwell upon them. I should but torture him and myself. So it was he who first spoke about it.
He brought me the news, and at once escorted me here to fetch you." "And to restore one sister to another," said the priest silkily, as he advanced a step. He was the very same priest whom I had seen two hours before with Bezers, and had so greatly disliked! I hated his pale face as much now as I had then.
If ill-founded, still we had small reason to hope. Bezers' vengeance would not wait. I knew him too well to think it. A Guise might spare his foe, but the Vidame the Vidame never!
"Is M. de Bezers at his house?" she asked anxiously. "Yes," Croisette answered. "He came in last night from St. Antonin, with very small attendance." The news seemed to set her fears at rest instead of augmenting them as I should have expected. I suppose they were rather for Louis de Pavannes, than for herself.
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