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"Then to-morrow you must come here. I will see to that, for I like to lay hands on a man when I want him." And with this he struck a gong, and the officer who had brought me in appeared. "Sarlaboux," said the General, "let Monsieur Broussel be conducted safely to his inn, and see that no harm befalls him." I was about to take my leave when Montluc stopped me. "A word!
That little story of yours in connection with your wound, monsieur, has interested me. I will give it a place in my commentaries." And he took up his pen as I retired, followed by Sarlaboux. I may add that, many years after, it was my good fortune to see a copy of the old Marshal's commentaries, which had been made for his brother, Monseigneur the Bishop of Valence.
Giving my reins to Pierrebon I passed in with Sarlaboux, and running up the stairs reached the top of the tower. There we found Montluc standing, with half a dozen or so of his officers around him, and before him a young man, his head bare, and his hands bound behind him, stood facing Montluc. It was De Ganache.
A faint smile bent his iron lips, and, muttering something in his beard, he took up a pen, scratched a few lines, and handed me the paper. I glanced at it, and saw it was an order to give me any horse I liked from his stable. I began to thank him; but he stopped me, saying: "Show the order to Sarlaboux; and if you take my advice you will choose Lizette, the dun mare.
I was about to dismount when Sarlaboux, who had recovered his temper, which he lost over the affair of the diamond, informed me that the General had gone on to the Tour de l'Oiseau, and I had better follow him there if I thought the matter of sufficient importance. This I did, and as soon as ever Pierrebon, whom I gave orders to accompany me, was ready we set forth, and Sarlaboux came with us.
This lady is only a nominal prisoner " "It's a woman, then?" And my thoughts went back to mademoiselle. Could Sarlaboux have been mistaken? "Yes; and remember that her life depends upon her reaching the Queen, though she does not believe it." "May I ask this lady's name?" "Mademoiselle de Paradis, the greatest heiress in Poitou, but a Huguenot to her little finger-tips."
And Sarlaboux covered the knave with the queen. "And David, the king, takes the game," laughed Ménorval as he picked up the stakes and began to shuffle once more. With an apology for interrupting them I showed Sarlaboux my order, whereupon, with many exclamations at my good luck, he led the way to the stable, followed by Ménorval and myself.
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