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Updated: June 24, 2025
You indeed take the risk that I wish to lead you where you will have to pay for my life with your own, and that I am trying to gain time; but, at the same time, there is the chance that I intend to keep my word, that I intend to present the Sieur de la Tournoire unarmed, and a league away from all his men but one. Is not that chance worth the risk? Have you not gambled, monsieur?"
"Ay, follow him close!" cried the leader of the guardsmen; "follow the sword of La Tournoire!" I could have shouted for joy, but that it was now worth while postponing death by minutes. The noise of clashing swords increased and came nearer, as if the guardsmen were pouring in through the gateway and driving the defenders back toward the house.
If I seem to have given my mind largely up to fancies of love, consider that I was then at the age when such fancies rather adorn than deface. Indeed, a young man without thoughts of love is as much an anomaly as is an older man who gives himself up to them. I looked back once at La Tournoire, when I reached the top of the hill that would, in another minute, shut it from my view.
"You told me that," said I, calmly, "for one or both of two purposes, the first, to make me withdraw my protection from the lady, in order that she might be at your disposal; the second, to get my confidence, in order that you yourself might betray me to La Chatre." De Berquin laughed. "Am I, then, such a fool as to think that the wary Tournoire could be put off his guard by a man? No, no.
Being accustomed to the country roads, the squares of smaller towns, and the wide avenues of the little park at La Tournoire, I was at first surprised at the narrowness of the streets. Across one of them lay a drunken man, peacefully snoring. His head touched the house on one side of the street, and his feet pressed the wall on the opposite side.
"We found these wretches in the woods," explained Sabray. "They are Catholics, although that one tried to hide his cross and shouted, 'Down with the mass! when we told them to surrender in the name of the Sieur de la Tournoire." "It is true that I was a Catholic," whined the bedraggled fop who had belonged to De Berquin's band of four; "but I was just about to abjure when these men came up."
I could see that he was in haste to break the seal of Marguerite's letter. I had gone two leagues or more northward from Angers, and was about to turn eastward toward La Tournoire, when I saw a long and brilliant cortege approaching from the direction of Paris.
"As for the killing," I replied, "there was no treachery or unfairness on his part; and if he deserted from the King's French Guards, it was when the King had consented to give him up to the Duke of Guise, whom the weak King, then as now, hated as much as feared." She gave a heavy sigh, and went on, "La Tournoire is a brave man, of course?"
See yonder where the sun has set that is where La Tournoire is. It seems to beckon us not me alone, but us together. When will you come? when may I take you to my father and mother, and hear them say I could not have found a sweeter wife in all France?" Trembling, she raised her moist eyes to mine, and said in a voice like a low sigh: "Ah, Henri, if it were possible!
A good horse was under me, a sword was at my side, there was money in my pocket. Will I ever feel again as I did that morning? Some have stupidly wondered why, being a Huguenot born and bred, I did not, when free to leave La Tournoire, go at once to offer my sword to Henri of Navarre or to some other leader of our party. This is easily answered.
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