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My friends, promise me, on your honor, that the life of Roland de Montrevel will be sacred to you." With unanimous voice, all stretching out their hands, they replied: "We swear on our honor!" "Now," resumed Morgan, "let us look at our position under its true aspect, without deluding ourselves in any way.
When Madame de Montrevel had resumed her seat, Morgan, who had already made his peace with the mother, wished to do so with the son. "Without a grudge, my young hero," he said, offering his hand. But the boy drew back. "I don't give my hand to a highway robber," he replied. Madame de Montrevel gave a start of terror. "You have a charming boy, madame," said Morgan; "only he has his prejudices."
Cavalier, as M. de Montrevel already knew, was to sleep on the 15th at Caveyrac. On this day Cavalier reached the turning-point in his magnificent career. As he entered the town with his soldiers, drums beating and flags flying, he was at the zenith of his power.
It was not a sister, but a spectre, it will be recalled, who had come to meet him. Since her son's arrival, Madame de Montrevel had not lost sight of Amelie, and she perceived, with dolorous amazement, that Roland's presence awakened a feeling akin to terror in his sister's breast. She, whose eyes had formerly rested so lovingly upon him, now seemed to view him with alarm.
When Cavalier heard of the determination of Montrevel to make a desert of the country, he sent word to him that for every Huguenot village destroyed he would destroy two inhabited by the Romanists. Thus the sacking and burning on the one side was immediately followed by increased sacking and burning on the other.
As he spoke, he pointed to the little group in the centre of the soldiers who were making their way along the road from Ceyzeriat to Bourg. "I am glad to see that no harm has befallen you, M. de Montrevel," said the young man, with great courtesy; "I assure you it gives me much happiness." And spurring his horse, he was beside the soldiers and gendarmes in a few strides.
Sure enough, one of the four was fastening to the saddle of his horse the bags of silver which the conductor threw down from the imperial. "No," repeated Madame de Montrevel, "no, they are not robbers." Then lowering her voice, she added: "They are Companions of Jehu." "Ah!" cried the boy, "they are the ones who assassinated my friend, Sir John."
"Ha! by my faith!" he cried, "that will teach you, dear friend, to play the gallant with fainting women." Then, turning to Madame de Montrevel, he added: "With three short words, madame, you have decapitated four heads." A terrible silence fell, in the midst of which a groan was heard.
Roland had just thrown his three-cornered hat on a chair and Morgan had recognized him. "Roland de Montrevel!" he exclaimed, "Roland in a sergeant's uniform! This time we are on his track while he is still seeking ours. It behooves us not to lose it." "What are you going to do?" asked Valensolle, observing that his friend was preparing to leave him. "Inform our companions.
Then Madame de Montrevel, unwilling to appeal to her son, for she had heard his oath when Lord Tanlay had been left for dead, and knew the part he had played in the capture of the Companions of Jehu then Madame de Montrevel appealed to Josephine, and Josephine promised to write to the First Consul. That same evening she kept her promise. But the trial had made a great stir.
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