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He saw Remy; but Remy must have been a sorcerer to know him, for he had on a soldier's great coat and rode another horse. Nevertheless, Remy's companion, at a word from him, turned away his head before Henri could see his face.
Henri threw himself behind the largest of the trees, and waited. He could not see anything, except that he observed that Remy made a very low salutation, that Remy's companion courtesied like a woman, instead of bowing like a man, and that the duke, seemingly transported with delight, offered his arm to the latter, in the same way as he would have done to a woman.
Look, madame, do you see those willows bending in the wind?" "Yes." "By their side I see a little house; I beg you, let us go there. If it is inhabited, we will ask for hospitality; and if not, we will take possession of it. I beg you to consent, madame." Remy's emotion and troubled voice decided Diana to yield, so she turned her horse in the direction indicated by him.
But the young man did not lose courage; he watched them to their hotel, and then questioning, with the aid of an irresistible auxiliary, learned that Remy's companion was a very handsome, but very silent and sad looking young man. Henri trembled. "Can it be a woman?" asked he.
"There are not many people above the house of Joyeuse." "Not that of France?" "Oh! oh!" "And see how they pay." said Aurilly, sliding into Remy's hand one of the rouleaux of gold. Remy shuddered and took a step back, but controlling himself, said: "You serve the king?" "No, but his brother, the Duc d'Anjou." "Oh! very well! I am the duke's most humble servant." "That is excellent."
"Come, madame, perhaps there is still time; come with me." "No, monsieur," said she. "In a minute it will be too late; look!" cried he. Diana turned; the water was within fifty feet of her. "Let my fate be accomplished," said she; "you, monsieur, fly." Remy's horse, exhausted, fell, and could not rise again, despite the efforts of his rider. "Save her in spite of herself," cried Remy.
One of them flows to Damietta; a second to Alexandria; a third to Tunis; and a fourth to Rexi. About St. Remy's Day it expands itself into seven branches, and thence flows over the plains. When the waters retire, the labourers appear and till the ground with ploughs without wheels, and then sow wheat, barley, rice, and cumin, which succeed so well that nowhere are finer crops.
"Certainly I will, but I must know what part I am to play," said Remy, repulsing his hand. "First tell me is the lady the mistress of M. du Bouchage, or of his brother?" The blood mounted to Remy's face. "Of neither," said he: "the lady upstairs has no lover." "No lover! But then she is a wonder; morbleu! a woman who has no lover! we have found the philosopher's stone."
They turned to the left, taking a road hardly made, but which visibly led to Villebrock; Henri also quitted the road, and turned down the lane, still keeping his distance from them. Remy's disquietude showed itself in his constantly turning to look behind him. At last they arrived at Villebrock.
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