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Updated: June 1, 2025
He had thrown his cloak over his shoulders again, and with sword tucked under arm and head thrust forward, he stamped backwards and forwards, the very picture of ill-humour. Fifteen minutes passed; twelve o'clock boomed from the Church of Saint Francois d'Assisi and still Monsieur Gaubert returned not. Garnache stood still a moment, in angry thought. This must not go on.
Upon this fellow's honesty Garnache had formed designs. He had closely observed him, and in Arsenio's countenance he thought he detected a sufficiency of villainy to augur well for the prosperity of any scheme of treachery that might be suggested to him provided the reward were adequate. Garnache went about sounding the man with a wiliness peculiarly his own.
Florimond lay as near as La Rochette, detained there by a touch of fever, but promising to be at Condillac by the end of the week. Since that was so, Valerie opined there was no longer the need to put themselves to the trouble of the escape they had planned. Let them wait until Florimond came. But Garnache shook his head.
"Now and always and above all things the sight of you, Valerie," said he, and the flushed cheek, the glittering eye, and wine-laden breath were as plain to her as they had been to Garnache, and they filled her with a deeper terror. Nevertheless she came forth at his bidding. "I see that you were not yet abed," said he. "It is as well. We must have a talk."
"And let none refuse, or offer him violence," he added, "or your master's life shall pay the price of it." The Dowager with a ready anxiety repeated to them his commands. Rabecque, understanding nothing, went from man to man, and received from each his weapons. He placed the armful on the windowseat, at the far end of the apartment, as Garnache bade him.
Madame and her son shall go with me to Paris to answer there for their offence." The Seneschal looked grave. He thoughtfully combed his beard with his forefinger, and his little eyes peered a shade fearfully at Garnache through his horn-rimmed spectacles Garnache had found him at his never-failing pretence of work. "Why, yes," he agreed, speaking slowly, "that way lies your duty."
In her apartments in the Northern Tower Valerie had supped, and to spare Monsieur de Garnache the full indignity of that part of the offices he was charged with she had herself removed the cloth and set the things in the guard-room, where they might lie till morning.
Behind them, in the porch, lounged now the foreigner's friend, and behind him again was to be seen the great face and staring, somewhat startled eyes of the landlord. "I asked you, monsieur," said Garnache, already at grips with that quick temper of his, "what might be your pleasure with my coach?" "With your coach?" echoed the other, his superciliousness waxing more and more offensive.
You will be so good as to conduct us to our horses in the courtyard." They made an odd procession as they marched out of the hall, under the sullen eyes of the baulked cut-throats and their mistress. On the threshold Garnache paused, and looked over his shoulder. "Are you content, madame? Have you seen fine deeds enough for one day?" he asked her, laughing.
But the next moment he was on his feet, his rapier firmly gripped once more, for all that his arm still felt a trifle numbed. As seconds passed the numbness wore away, but before that had taken place the table had been thrust forward, and the man beneath it had made it impossible for Garnache to hinder this. Suddenly he called to Valerie. "A cloak, mademoiselle! Get me a cloak!" he begged.
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