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"It would go against the grain to put that rag on," Martin said; "but your idea is a good one, and I would dress up as a general of the Blues, or as Robespierre himself, on such an errand as we are bound on. "We cannot do better than go to Clisson. The place is in the hands of our people, and the village authorities will not dare to ask us any questions."
It was the last, most furious onset, when Clisson, enraged by the long resistance of so weak a garrison, was concentrating his strength in one effort, and, in the excitement of the assault, he had failed to remark that his sentinels had transgressed his orders, and mingled with the crowd, who were striving, by force of numbers, to overwhelm the small troop of defenders of the bartizan.
Their bad influences, however, still surrounded him; an attempt to assassinate Olivier de Clisson, the Constable, was connected with their intrigues and those of the Duke of Brittany; and in setting forth to punish the attempt on his favourite the Constable, the unlucky young King, who had sapped his health by debauchery, suddenly became mad.
Oliver Clisson and the French nobles will feel their honour wounded at the way in which we outwitted them, and will likely enough make an effort to regain the town. However, Rennes and Hennebon are not far away, and we may look for speedy aid from the Earl of Salisbury and Sir Walter should occasion arise." Sir John's previsions were speedily verified.
We might tell of the recovery of that modern Paladine, Charles de Lescure, and of the glorious rebuilding of the house of Clisson, of the ecclesiastical honours of Father Jerome, and of the happy marriage, or with more probability, the happier celibacy of the divine Agatha.
My lord, my brother of Berry and myself have not so much between us three. Away from my presence, and let me see you no more! If I had not a respect for myself, I would have your other eye put out." Clisson went out, mounted his horse, returned to his house, set his affairs in order, and departed, with two attendants, to his strong castle of Montlhery.
Nor was Count Hannibal's ear deaf to it. "Through Challans," he said, "thirteen leagues." "From Clisson?" "Yes, Monsieur le Comte." "And by Commequiers less," the Countess cried. "No, it is a worse road," Tignonville answered quickly; "and longer in time." "But we came " "At our leisure, Madame. The road is by Challans, if we wish to be there quickly." "Ah!" Count Hannibal said.
It was a goodly pile yet left to his decision, but he missed one that Christopher had passed over without comment. "The application for the post of gardener at Stormly Park, sir. Did you wish to attend to that yourself?" "What has happened to Timmins? Wasn't that his name? Is he dead?" "Oh, no." "He wishes to go?" Mr. Clisson shook his head. "It is simply a matter of routine, sir.
Well, the enemy being in the neighbourhood, it was thought right to increase the garrison, and place it under the command of a Knight, and these cowardly traitors have wrought with my Lord of Pembroke and Sir John Chandos to induce the Prince to give you this post it being their intention that this wicked Seneschal and his equally wicked garrison should admit Sir Oliver de Clisson, the butcher of Bretagne himself, through the secret passage.
Hard by a place called Clisson they had seized a deserted tower and held it for some days. It so fell out that they took a burgess of the country, who was playing the spy on their quarters; him they put to the torture, and so learned that the English were coming against them with a great company of men-at-arms and of the country folk, on that very night.
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