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When the executioners informed him that all was ready, Hayraddin, with much calmness, asked a single boon at their hands. "Anything, my son, consistent with our office," said Trois Eschelles. "That is," said Hayraddin, "anything but my life."
"But these gentlemen," said Trois Eschelles, looking towards the chimney, "do not these help, and so take a handsel of our vocation?"
But, what is more material, I fear you most use your poniards, my mates; for you have not here the fitting conveniences for the exercise of your profession." "Now our Lady of the Isle of Paris forbid," said Trois Eschelles, "that the King's command should find me destitute of my tools!
Lyon?" "He has come into his title. He is the Earl of Chisholm." "Dear me, how stupid in us not to have taken a sense of that! And the Eschelles do you know anything of the Eschelles?" "Yes; they are at their house in Newport." "Do you think there was anything between Miss Eschelle and Mr. Lyon? I saw her afterwards several times." "Not that I ever heard.
The two officers whispered together. "Ride thou after the Provost Marshal," said Trois Eschelles, "and I will detain them here, if I can. Soldiers of the Provost's guard, stand to your arms."
But there was little leisure for hesitation. "Trois Eschelles and Petit Andre," said the down looking officer to two of his band, "These same trees stand here quite convenient. I will teach these misbelieving, thieving sorcerers to interfere with the King's justice, when it has visited any of their accursed race. Dismount, my children, and do your office briskly."
At first there had been some reluctance about recognizing the Eschelles fully, and there were still houses that exhibited a certain reserve towards them, but the example of going to this house set by the legations, the members of which enjoyed a chat with Miss Eschelle in the freedom of their own tongues and the freedom of her tongue, went far to break down this barrier.
On the other hand, the proposed alliance was no fall in dignity or family to the English house. The heiress was the direct descendant of the Eschelles, an old French family, distinguished in camp and court in the glorious days of the Grand Monarch. Probably no man ever wrote and published a book, a magazine story, or a bit of verse without an instant decision to repeat the experiment.
They were his poor honest fellows, his pretty dears, his gossips, his good old fathers, as their age or sex might be; and as Trois Eschelles endeavoured to inspire them with a philosophical or religious regard to futurity, Petit Andre seldom failed to refresh them with a jest or two, as if to induce them to pass from life as something that was ludicrous, contemptible, and not worthy of serious consideration.
Petit Andre mounted his horse, and left the field, and the other Marshals men in attendance drew together so hastily at the command of Trois Eschelles, that they suffered the other two prisoners to make their escape during the confusion.
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