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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.
With many baitings, many side glances at Frojac's arquebus and my sword-point, many glum looks and black frowns, he wrote, while I watched from across the table. Then he threw the document towards me. "Sign and seal," I said, tossing it back to him. With intended slovenliness he affixed the signature and seal, then threw the pen to the floor.
I could at that moment have believed the most incredible things, even that a woman had hidden herself in one of the ruined outbuildings; for what could have been more incredible than Frojac's account of an unknown woman riding from the chateau at the utmost speed? "Maugert is bringing him to you," said Frojac. "I ran ahead to apprise you of what had occurred."
I walked over to the governor's table and took up the bowl. La Chatre watched me in helpless chagrin, informing himself by a side glance that Frojac's weapon still covered him. "You look somewhat irritated and disgusted, monsieur," said I. "Pray sit down!" As I held my sword across the table, the point in close proximity to his chest, he obeyed, uttering a heavy sigh at his powerlessness.
"I shall see her to-night though I have to beat down every sword in France and force the very gates of hell!" I threw them both from me so violently that neither dared touch me again. As I stepped forward I saw on the ground at my feet the glove that mademoiselle had given me, and which I had been caressing while sitting alone in the courtyard. I must have dropped it on hearing Frojac's news.
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