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At the same moment Blaise came from the garden and stood beside the bench, curious to hear Frojac's news. "Ah, Frojac!" said I. "From Clochonne? I know your news already. M. de la Chatre is there." And I motioned to him to speak quietly, lest his news, which might be alarming, should reach the ears of mademoiselle through her chamber window.
If, by any chance, soldiers from the Clochonne garrison should come this way and detain us as fleeing Huguenots, we could summon help, for we are so near the hiding-place of the Sieur de la Tournoire." Again that shudder! Decidedly, in the accounts that she had received of me, I must have been represented as a very terrible personage.
In one way or another, by moving among the lower classes, this supposed fugitive will find out real Huguenots, of whom there are undoubtedly some still left at Clochonne and other towns near the mountains.
Guilty or innocent, she gave the world all the charm it had for me. Traitress or true, she drew me to her. If she were innocent, she imperilled herself. In any event, if she went to Clochonne she put herself in the power of Montignac. The thought of that was maddening to me. I must find her, whatever the risk. Perhaps I could catch her before she reached Clochonne.
His men were as dumbfounded as my own. His foremost horsemen had heard the short conversation concerning the pass, and were, doubtless, as much at a loss as their leader was. When we were well in the mountain road, I heard him give the order to march, and, looking back, I saw them turn wearily up the road to the chateau. We continued to put distance between ourselves and Clochonne.
"And yet you say that I lie," he replied. "I know even how the matter was to be conducted," I went on. "The spy was first to learn my place of refuge and send the information to La Chatre. The governor was then to come to Clochonne. The governor is already at Clochonne. The spy, doubtless, learned where I hid, and sent word to La Chatre."
There was little underbrush here to hinder us, and in a very short time we reined in our horses and looked down on the vast stretch of moonlit country below. At the very foot of the steep was the road that runs from Clochonne to Narjec. And there, moving from the former towards the latter, went a troop of horsemen, followed by a foot company of arquebusiers.
We might, therefore, have more of those delightful, peaceful days at Maury. Moreover, what better time to surprise the commandant of the Chateau of Fleurier than while La Chatre was at Clochonne? My heart beat gaily at thought of how bright was the prospect. I passed out by a back way to the garden, where Blaise had been looking to the body of De Berquin.
As for the soldiers at the town guard-house, they must have heard my men ride to the chateau, but they had wisely refrained from appearing before a force greater than their own. I shall never cease to marvel that the very night that took me and my men to Clochonne by one road took La Chatre's guards and the town garrison to Maury by another.
"Mademoiselle," I said, "I have just seen your boy, Pierre, riding towards Clochonne." "Yes," she replied, looking off towards the darkest part of the forest. "I I was alarmed at your absence. I did not know where you had gone; I sent him to look for you." "Then I would better run after and call him back," I said, taking a step towards the road. "No, no!" she answered, quickly.
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