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Siege!" he groaned, "bread and cheese and cold water with a dagger-thrust to follow for digestion, perhaps." But now Malsain heard him, his hand went out silently to the arquebus, and he turned a yellow, threatening face towards the visitor. "Hola!" exclaimed Pierrebon. "It is I. I have brought monsieur's horses for a feed and a rest." "Ho! it is you."
This was difficult; but there are circumstances under which men do all but impossible things, and Malsain performed the feat. After this the worthy Pierrebon took a more active part in the binding of Malsain. Still holding the arquebus in one hand he unhitched another bridle from its peg.
And Malsain, putting down his arquebus, returned to his cheese again as he added: "There are two stalls vacant there, and you will find oats in that barrel." He had not, of course, it will be understood, received Trotto's message as yet. Pierrebon entered without further ceremony.
Malsain rose slowly, and went outside, and Pierrebon, following him with his glance, saw Piero's huge figure in the moonlight, and a chill came upon him. "By St. Hugo! 'tis the ogre himself!
Here, near the open door he saw Malsain, tall and thin, but muscular and strong as whipcord, sitting down by the light of a guttering candle to a meagre repast of bread and cheese, washed down with water for Malsain never touched wine.
Here I found Malsain and some others; and, believing me to be what I was before, they spoke freely before me. For you, monsieur, I warn you to fear the bravo's knife; they will not face you openly." "I will try and take care of myself. But what is it that concerns mademoiselle?" "This much I know, monsieur: the Vidame wants her for himself, or rather her wealth.
Malsain stooped down with the rapidity of lightning, and began fumbling with the yard or so of trailing rein. He tried to deceive Pierrebon; but the candle gave enough light to see, and Pierrebon was sharp. There was no help for it, and at last it was done, badly done, but enough to utterly cripple Malsain. The final order now came: "Now lie down on your face."
"I eat to my taste, and drink to my taste," growled Malsain; but Pierrebon, not heeding his ill temper, continued: "Now, with my master there is always a bottle of Rochecorbon, and a cut from a pasty, not to mention a crown-piece here and a crown-piece there; and I wager that in the house yonder there is something more than acid cheese and dry bread for hunger, or spring water for thirst."
And, panting with excitement, he ceased. From the height of his saddle Aramon looked down on Simon, and whistled low to himself. "So monseigneur is wounded, which is bad for you, monseigneur; and Piero is dead, which is good; and Malsain is dead, which is bad, for he was my own man; and the captain Trotto is dead, which is good again for me, monseigneur." "Fool! Will you waste time?
If I knew the money was here I would make the whole thousand mine; and then hey for Rome again! But a hundred crowns are a hundred crowns, and fill a purse rarely. Well, I go to warn Malsain!" And the giant went slowly off, regretting in his heart what might have been. In the meantime we found ourselves on a landing before an open door, disclosing a room brightly lit.
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