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Updated: May 2, 2025
"Madame Marie, he is now doing it. He was to hold up a ladder on the wall." "Which wall?" "This one where the gate is." Marie looked through the glass in her door which opened toward the battlements, rubbed aside moisture, and looked again. While one breath could be drawn Klussman was standing in the dawn-light with a ladder raised overhead.
They ascended the stone steps, and Klussman replaced the door with a clank which echoed around the hall. Marie gave him the candle, and with clumsy touch he fitted it to the sconce while she led her prisoners to the fire.
"Have you seen D'Aulnay?" "No, madame." "You look haggard, Klussman." "If I look haggard, madame, it must come from seeing two women follow you, when I should see only one." He threw sharp glances behind her, as he took her hand to lead her up the steep path. Marie's attendant was carrying the baby, and she lifted it for him to look at, the hairs on her upper lip moved by a good-natured smile.
The emotions of the Swiss passed over the outside of his countenance, in bulk like himself. His lady often compared him to a noble young bullock or other well-conditioned animal. There was in Klussman much wholesomeness and excuse for existence. "Now, Klussman," said Marie, meeting her lieutenant with the intentness of one used to sudden military emergencies.
John belched thunder and fire down the path of retreat. The Swiss's treason had been useless to the enemy. The people of the fort saw him hurried more like a prisoner than an ally towards D'Aulnay's camp, his wife beside him. "Oh, Klussman," thought the lady of St.
Both torches were given to one man, that all the others might set themselves to the task. Klussman stood upon the stool, which they had brought for the purpose from the cook's galley in one of their ships. His blond face, across which all his thoughts used to parade, was cast up by the torches like a stiffened mask, hopeless yet fearless in its expression.
He noticed his subordinate approaching with the friar. The men sent to execute Klussman were dispersed to their tents. "The Swiss hath suffered his punishment?" he inquired. "Yes, my lord D'Aulnay. I met the soldiers returning." "Did he say anything further concerning the state of the fort?" "I know not, my lord. But I will call the men to be questioned." "Let it be.
As Klussman saw her he uttered an oath under his breath, which the dwarf's hand on the mandolin echoed with a bang. He turned his back on the sight and betook himself to the stairway, the dwarf's laughter following him. She felt high in the world and played with a good spirit. The sentinel below heard her, but he took care to keep a steady and level eye.
"I pulled that witch-midget off thee," he said, speaking for the fortress to hear, "because I will not have her raising tumults in the fort. Her place is in the hall to amuse her ladies." Marguerite's chin rested on her breast. "Go in the house," said Klussman roughly. "Why do you show yourself out here to be mocked at?"
"I like him!" said the savage Swiss. "He is cruel," complained Marguerite, "and selfish." The Swiss pressed his cheek to her soft cheek. "I never was selfish and cruel to thee," he said, weakly. "No, you never were." "Then why," burst out the husband afresh, "did you leave me to follow that beast of prey?" Marguerite brought a sob from her breast which was like a sword through Klussman.
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