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For a moment there was a silence, and Montluc made a sign to the guards on either side of De Ganache to move away, and he was left free, except that his hands were fastened. With a half turn he looked over the battlements and gazed down from their dizzy height, and as he appeared at the embrasure there arose a hoarse cry from below. He drew back, and faced Montluc again.
And he flung his cap in the air. "Ha, monsieur, the Vicomte passed here but yesterday evening, with sixty lances at his back, to hang the Guidon. Has he done so?" "I know not," I answered; and turning to mademoiselle, said: "We have had a lucky escape." "Indeed! How, monsieur?" "Because M. de Ganache is known to be one of the fiercest of the Huguenot leaders, and spares nothing."
I saw his forehead flush hot, and he passed his tongue over dry lips, and then, as if controlling himself with an effort, he turned from me. But I called out: "M. de Ganache, this is life and death. I have come to warn " He flung round on his heel and faced me once more, his hand on the hilt of his poniard. "Begone!" he said, "begone! else I may slay you where you stand!
With an oath De Ganache pushed past Le Brusquet and hurried across the lawn, leaving us staring after him. "He had his warning," said Le Brusquet. "I heard every word, and thought it was time to step in ere he drew his poniard. The man is mad! But what is this?" And stepping towards the seat he picked up the small packet of letters that De Ganache was reading.
In the orange hood of one I recognised De Ganache, and the other yes, that laugh and voice, once heard, were never to be forgotten. De Ganache held her hand in his. He raised it to his lips, and covering it with kisses broke into mad, foolish words the speech of a man who has cast aside all self-respect, all honour.
Perhaps, however, you would like to hear that I have made such arrangements as could be made for your dead servant." "It is like you, monsieur, to remember that." And then there was a silence. After a little she asked almost timidly: "Monsieur, amongst the prisoners taken by M. de Montluc was the Vicomte de Ganache. I have not been able to hear news of him, and I would give much to know "
If the Cardinal had escaped it was more than probable that mademoiselle was safe; but I resolved to make sure. "There were no ladies taken, were there?" Sarlaboux cocked his eye and looked at me. "Eh bien! My dear monsieur, are you finding it dull here? If so, I confess so do I. This is a city of the saints. Alas, no! There were no ladies taken, as far as I know; only De Ganache."
He could not speak, but I understood; and now Sarlaboux urged an immediate move, saying that the sooner De Ganache was away the better, as there was no knowing what might happen next. With this he led the way down, and we followed.
In another step he freed the wicket, and came face to face with the Vidame. De Ganache started, retreated a half pace, and then, recovering himself, said with affected gaiety: "Well met, Orrain! I " And then he stopped as he met the Vidame's sombre look and saw drawn swords on either side of him. "Is this a jest or an outrage? What does this mean, monsieur?"
My ancestors have followed yours for two centuries, and taken the good with the bad and I am as they are; you know this." De Ganache looked at him, and as I heard this faithful retainer's words I began to understand the force that my opponent had on his side. After a moment's pause Pechaud continued: "But, monsieur, a word from an old man. How long is this to last?
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