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"Misset has a wife; the lot evidently falls to me. We will make a shift somehow or another to keep the fellow quiet till sundown to-morrow, which time should see you out of danger." He unbuckled the sword from his waist and laid it on the table, and that simple action somehow touched Wogan to the heart. He slipped his arm into Gaydon's and said remorsefully,
"I should have noticed it. Misset, the man of resources, would have tilted a chair backwards against that door with its top bar wedged beneath the door handle." Certainly Wogan needed Misset if he was to succeed in his endeavour. He was sunk in humiliation; his very promise to rescue the Princess shrank from its grandeur and became a mere piece of impertinence.
Wogan suddenly stopped and looked at O'Toole. O'Toole answered the look loftily. "It is a little maxim of philosophy. I have others. They come to me in the night." Misset laughed. Wogan walked on to the stable. It was a long building, and a light was still burning. Moreover, a groom was awake, for the door was opened before they had come near enough to knock.
"It is very like the sound a gentleman makes when he reels home from a tavern." Gaydon and Misset raised themselves with a common effort springing from a common thought and shot O'Toole back into the room. "What if it is?" began Misset. "He was never drunk in his life," said Gaydon. "It's possible that he has reformed," said O'Toole; and the three men precipitated themselves down the stairs.
But there was never a black speck visible upon the white of the snow; as yet no courier was overtaking them, as yet Innspruck did not know its captive had escaped. At eight o'clock in the morning they came to Nazareth, and found their own berlin ready harnessed at the post-house door, the postillion already in his saddle, and Misset waiting with an uncovered head.
"To be sure," said Wogan, with a laugh of admiration for that device of which he had bethought himself, and which he ascribed to Misset, "if there's a key; but if there's no key, why, a chair tilted against the door to catch the handle, eh?" Misset locked the door, not at all comprehending that device, and returned to his seat.
"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.
Misset, who put her head from the carriage and bade him stop. Gaydon brought the horses to a standstill three miles out of Innspruck. Wogan jumped down from his box and ran to the carriage-door. "Her Highness is ill?" he cried in suspense. "Not the least bit in the world," returned Clementina, whose voice for once in a way jarred upon Wogan's ears.
His lips, too, moved as though he was framing the three selected names, Gaydon, Misset, O'Toole, and "Schlestadt" as a bracket uniting them. Then he suddenly rose up and crossed the room to Wogan. "My daughter wrote that a woman must attend her. It is a necessary provision." "Your Highness, Misset has a wife, and the wife matches him." "They are warned to be ready?"
The two remaining members of the party, Misset and O'Toole, who as lackeys had served the supper of the Princess, were now eating their own.
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