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Almost on his words a lean shadow came running down the steps towards us. By the lights of the torches flickering through the grey of the morning I saw it was Simon of Orrain himself. La Valentinois saw him too, and stood motionless until he came up to her.
For a moment I was tempted to creep beneath the balcony and But I put the thought aside, with a curse at myself, and turning went brooding down the garden, wondering how all this would end for me. Enough! I would do my duty place her in the Queen's hands and then see what Italy could do for Orrain. A step on the gravel path, and a dark figure came face to face with me.
One friend alone remained to me, and this was a young man of Orrain called Pierrebon, whom I have mentioned before. Through good and ill he adhered to me with ancient fidelity, and he lives still, honoured and trusted by all who know him. Together we sought a refuge in the Low Countries, and there I learned the first great lesson of my life, and that was to live by honest work.
I promise you that, in these twenty-four hours, which will make you long for death I, Simon of Orrain, swear it!" With this he swung round, and, springing into the saddle, went off at a gallop, leaving me staring after him, wondering what devilry lay behind his words.
Where the light was brightest was an easy-chair, and there sat Simon of Orrain, with his bandaged right arm resting on a cushion, placed on a low table drawn close to him. As Trotto entered he looked up with a snarl. "What is it? Did I not say I was to be left alone? Curse this arm!"
Can I leave them, without a word of warning, to the torture, to the rack, to the slow death of the estrapade?" She stopped, her eyes all alight, her breath coming fast; but I made no answer, and stood before her in silence. "You have nothing to say," she went on "nothing! Orrain, were you in my place what would you do?" "I am a man." "And is honour less dear to a woman than to a man?"
This is the last game I play, and it is not checkmate yet. Where have they taken Orrain?" "The Châtelet." "And mademoiselle?" "I know not. I know not if she is alive or dead." Le Brusquet groaned. "That is the worst tale of all. Orrain, I think, we can save." "How so?" For answer Le Brusquet held up my ring. "With this talisman!"
And slipping it on his finger he continued: "It is not for nothing that I studied law at the College of Cambrai. As first prince of the blood, Vendôme can claim Orrain from the Châtelet. If he has any gratitude he will do so." "I never thought of that. I saw the prisoners taken to the Châtelet.
It was fastened at her throat by a jewelled star, and a golden zone clasped her waist. Her abundant hair hung loose in black, curling masses, and her little feet were thrust into gemmed and embroidered slippers. Madame had apparently come forth in some haste I could see. "Orrain," she said, her face half turned from me, for she was looking at her bird, "whatever brings you here?
"Monsieur, forget not: there is room for you in Italy; it would gladden me to see the golden cock of Orrain once more upon the field. And now go." We left Poitiers by the Porte de Rochereuil, as I had no mind to be shut within the angle between the Clain and the Vienne, whence escape would be a difficult matter if trouble arose.
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