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Updated: June 1, 2025
The house in the Corraterie, near the Porte Tertasse, differed in no outward respect from its neighbours. The same row of chestnut trees darkened its lower windows, the same breezy view of the Rhone meadows, the sloping vineyards and the far-off Jura lightened its upper rooms. A kindred life, a life apparently as quiet and demure, moved within its walls. Yet was the house a house apart.
Fortunately the Royaumes' house, like all in the Corraterie which formed an inner line of defence pierced by the Tertasse gate had outside shutters of massive thickness, capable of being lowered from within. He closed these in haste and found, when he turned from the task and looked for her a small round hole in each shutter made things dimly visible that she was gone to soothe her mother.
In one of these bastions he ensconced himself; and selecting a place whence he could, without being seen, command the length of the Corraterie, he set himself to watch the Royaumes' house. By-and-by he would go into the town and procure food, and, returning, keep guard until nightfall. After dark, if the day passed without event, he would find his way into the house by force or fraud.
It swept through the gate, it passed through to the open, and bore far along the Corraterie, far along the ramparts, ay, to the open country, the earnest of victory, the earnest of vengeance. Geneva was saved. He who would have betrayed it, slain like Pyrrhus the Epirote by a woman's hand, lay dead in the dark lane behind the house in which he had lived.
"Do they think naught" leaning forward in a passion "of the safety of the city? If I were not ill, I would take service on the wall myself to set an example!" "There is no need of that," the Captain answered respectfully, "if I might have permission to withdraw a few men from the west side so as to fill the places on the east " "Ay, ay!" "From the Rhone side of the town " "From the Corraterie?
It was a mighty thing to hang upon two weak nails; but such as it was and he turned it over and over in his mind before he dared entertain it he could find no other. And presently, his eyes alight, his pulses riotous, his foot dancing, he walked down the Corraterie with scarce a look at the house which had held his thoughts all day and passed into the town.
"Something has been discovered?" "No. We are here. That is all." The Syndic supported himself by a hand pressed hard against the table behind him. "Here?" he gasped. "You are here? You have the town already? It is impossible." "We have three hundred men in the Corraterie," Basterga answered. "We hold the Tertasse Gate, and the Monnaye.
If he lingered they might suppose him lukewarm, if he paused they might think him ill-affected. His speed must show his zeal. His poor little heart beat in his breast as if it would spring from it, but he did not stay nor look aside until the door of the house in the Corraterie closed behind him. Then within the house there fell upon him alas! what a thing it is to be a coward a new fear.
At the Tertasse Gate, where the view commanding the river valley opened before him, he was glad to set down the vessel and change hands. On his left, the watch at the Porte Neuve, the gate in the ramparts which admitted from the country to the Corraterie as the Tertasse admitted from the Corraterie to the town proper was being changed, and he paused an instant, gazing on the scene.
The place and the hour were specified the latter so near that for a moment his cheek grew pale. On that ensued the part which interested him most; but as the whole was brief, the whole may be given. "After paying a visit in the Corraterie, where I have an appointment on Saturday evening next between late and early, I will be with you.
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