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Updated: June 20, 2025
"I want no guide on my own lands, Pechaud. Night and day are one to me when I ride across them. But this guide: who is he?" "I myself, monsieur." "You! And yet, perhaps, 'tis as well; but I fear me, old friend, that the sky will be red behind us with the flames of this good inn; they will not forego that revenge." "Let it be so, monsieur.
Pechaud came running back for the lantern, and through the open door, as the light flickered on him, I saw De Ganache mount. Once he glanced back at me. He could see nothing, for I was in darkness, but the light which fell on his features showed him pale as ashes. The horse backed a little.
For the rest of the night we were in safety that I knew. "It grows late, Maître Pechaud," I said, "and I need rest." And so I left him. I made all arrangements betimes for an early start the next morning; and, with a remembrance of what had passed between us last night, ordered a table, with one cover only, to be set for mademoiselle near the window of the dining-room.
He drove his spurs in with an oath, and then I heard him hammering through the night, going God knows whither. Beat beat beat the iron-shod hoofs rushed through the village, and the dogs awoke, and barked, barked and howled, long after he had passed on his reckless course. I waited a little, and then called to Pechaud. He came back slowly, and set his lantern with a trembling hand on the table.
Pechaud began to flutter around her, but after a little she rose, and coming to the window looked straight out at me. My spider had by this time vanished into the petals of a half-open rose, and turning I met Diane's look, and lifted my hat in formal greeting, remaining, however, where I was, as I was determined to keep the position she had assigned to me. "Monsieur Broussel!" "Mademoiselle!"
To tell truth, I was suffering more torture than if I had been run through, for in Diane's last word I felt all my hopes vanish, I was taken off my cross, however, by the necessity for action, for Pechaud, who had discreetly retired at mademoiselle's entrance, now returned, and announced that the horses were ready. "Come!" said De Ganache, and as he said so I stepped out and faced them.
Why are you not at the King's side, as your forefathers ever were? Make your peace with the Court, as Monsieur d'Andelot and the Admiral have done " "Enough, Pechaud! Perhaps I will take your advice, and that soon; but for the present I must pull my sword-belt in by a hole, and see that my saddlery at any rate is right.
It will be a great awakening in the morning. I should not advise you to be here, Pechaud." And with this he turned up the lantern, so that the light fell more strongly on his clear-cut face and blue eyes.
It was a bolt from the blue. Mademoiselle shrank back with a little startled cry. Pechaud stood as one petrified, his jaws agape, and his old hands trembling, whilst De Ganache put himself between me and mademoiselle, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Stand back!" he said hotly. "Back!" And as hot an answer trembled on my tongue, but I held myself in. "Monsieur, you do not seem to know me.
My ancestors have followed yours for two centuries, and taken the good with the bad and I am as they are; you know this." De Ganache looked at him, and as I heard this faithful retainer's words I began to understand the force that my opponent had on his side. After a moment's pause Pechaud continued: "But, monsieur, a word from an old man. How long is this to last?
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