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Thus I was La Chatre's prisoner, and he was mine. Each could only hope, by thought or talk, to arrive at some means of getting the better of the other. La Chatre's back was towards the door by which I had entered. By mere chance, it seemed, I turned my head towards that door. At that instant, my man, Frojac, appeared in the doorway. He had approached with the silence of a ghost.
So I sent one of my clever fellows, Sabray, to fasten by night beside La Chatre's placard in Chateauroux, a proclamation of my own, in which I offered ten crowns for the head of M. de la Chatre, and twenty crowns for that of his master, the Duke of Guise. I appended this signature: "The Sieur de la Tournoire, who does not forget."
Had she fled in order to avoid the shame or the danger of being present at my capture? These and many other questions rushed through my mind. "What shall we do?" asked Frojac, after a time. "Go on," said I. "But if we meet them, and they are La Chatre's men, I fear that our chances of catching up with the lady will be small." "But, after all, we do not know who they are.
Suddenly, when the head of their long, somewhat straggling line had just reached the junction, and Blaise was but a short distance from it, came from their leader La Chatre's equerry, I think the order to halt, and then the clear, sharp cry: "Who goes there?" Before I could answer, a familiar voice near their leader cried out: "It is his company, La Tournoire's, I swear it!
It did not please me to think that the lady might have come hither to join the governor. At last the noise of La Chatre's men remounting told us that the governor had rejoined them from the inn. Looking out of the window, we saw him at their head, a splendid, commanding figure. Montignac, studious-looking, despite the horse beneath him, was beside the governor.
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