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Updated: October 26, 2025
When the horse galloped up to the door, the Princess turned on her side and went to sleep. In the common-room below Gaydon and Wogan were smoking a pipe of tobacco over the fire. Both men rose on the instant; Wogan stealthily opened the door an inch or so and looked down the passage. Gaydon raised a corner of the blind and peered through the window.
The pace was too slow; Wogan seemed to hear on every gust of wind the sound of a galloping company. "We have lost twelve hours, more than twelve hours now," he repeated and repeated to Gaydon. All the way to Ala they would still be in the Emperor's territory. It needed only a single courier to gallop past them, and at either Roveredo or Trent they would infallibly be taken.
"I'll tell you more wonderful things than that," stammered Wogan, "when you have shown me the way to a stable." "There's one at the back of the house," said Gaydon. "I'll take the horse." "No," said Wogan, stubbornly, and would not yield the bridle to Gaydon. O'Toole nodded approval. "There are two things," said he, "a man never trusts to his friends. One's his horse; t' other's his wife."
When the Princess turned over on her side, and Wogan stepped on tiptoe to the door and Gaydon peeped through the window, Misset laid down his knife and fork, and drawing a flask from his pocket emptied its contents into an earthenware water-jug which stood upon the table. O'Toole, for his part, simply continued to eat. "He is getting off his horse," said Gaydon.
The letter said a rumour was running through the town that the Chevalier Wogan had already rescued the Princess and was being hotly pursued on the road to Trent." If Wogan felt any disquietude he was careful to hide it. He sat comfortably down upon the sofa. "I expected rumour would be busy with us," said he, "but never that it would take so favourable a shape." "Favourable!" exclaimed Gaydon.
"We will drink a glass together, for God knows when we speak together again. I go back to Schlestadt to-morrow." "Ah, you go back," said Wogan; and he came in at the door and mounted the stairs. At the first landing he stopped. "Let me rouse Gaydon." "Gaydon went three days ago." "Ah! And Misset is with his wife.
Luckily Gaydon had not brought the lamp with him, so that the captain was in no danger of being seen. As he was about to take leave of Gaydon, the doctor stopped on the step and remarked: "This is one of the worst attacks our patient has had. One or two more like that and he will lose the little reason he still possesses." "Just so," said Gaydon.
"Well, she must take her heels off and make herself as short as she can." "You will have trouble, my friend, to persuade her to that," said O'Toole. "Hush!" said Gaydon. He rose and unlocked the door. The doctor was knocking for admission below. Gaydon let him in, and he dressed Wogan's wounds with an assurance that they were not deep and that a few days' quiet would restore him.
The man at the table looked up quickly. "Misset." The man at the window turned impatiently. "I have an idea." Misset shrugged his shoulders. Gaydon said, "Let us hear it." O'Toole drew himself up; his chair no longer creaked, it groaned and cracked. "It is a lottery," said he, "and we have made our fortunes. We three are the winners, and so our names are not crossed out."
Gaydon, arrested by Misset's change from restlessness to fixity, looked that way for a second, too, but he turned his head aside very quickly. Wogan's handwriting was none of his business. "We will give them a month," said Wogan, who was conjecturing at the motive of this order from the Court of France. "No doubt we are suspected. I never had a hope that we should not be.
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