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If, by any chance, soldiers from the Clochonne garrison should come this way and detain us as fleeing Huguenots, we could summon help, for we are so near the hiding-place of the Sieur de la Tournoire." Again that shudder! Decidedly, in the accounts that she had received of me, I must have been represented as a very terrible personage.
"Should M. de la Tournoire make one step towards me," said the governor, here he paused and took up the hunting-horn and looked at it, but presently dropped it and pointed to the bowl of fruit on the table near the fireplace, "I shall strike this bowl, thus."
The old man then saw to our horses, and Marianne brought us wine. "Before sunset," I said to mademoiselle, as I raised my glass, "you shall meet the Sieur de la Tournoire at his hiding-place." Mlle. de Varion turned pale, and, as if suddenly too weak to stand, sat down on a wooden bench before the inn door. Jeannotte ran to support her. "Before sunset!" she repeated, with a shudder.
The servant raised his eyes to me, and said, in a tone of unnatural calmness, "Do you not see that he is dead, M. de la Tournoire?" Horror-stricken, I knelt beside the body. The heart no longer beat; the face was still, the eyes stared between unquivering lids, in the light of the torch. "Oh, my God! I have killed him!" I murmured. "Come away. You can do nothing here," said De Rilly, quietly.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," he counted, taking exact note of the distance between us. As in a flash the idea came to me. "Monsieur," I said, loudly, so as to be plainly heard above his own voice, "let me go and I will deliver to you the Sieur de la Tournoire!" He had reached nineteen in his count. He stopped there and stared at me.
"From the moment when you first meet La Tournoire, he shall be your only guide, unless you yourself choose another. In the meantime," I added, for she had taken another step towards the inn, "grant me at least as much of your society as you would bestow on an indifferent acquaintance, who happened to be your fellow-traveler in this lonely place."
M. de Guise was admitted. He immediately told the King that one of his gentlemen, M. de Noyard, had been killed by the Sieur de la Tournoire, one of the French Guards. I became interested, for I remembered your name as that of the gentleman who, according to my maid, had stopped the spy from whom I had had so much to fear.
At last he shook his head and said: "It is a fair bargain, as it now stands, but I see no way of your carrying out your part without putting me in danger of your betraying me. To find La Tournoire, you would have to leave us.
He could now rely on himself to find her. The opportunity of removing me from his way was not to be risked by delay. It was true that I might obtain respite by announcing myself as the Sieur de la Tournoire, for he would wish to present me alive to the governor, if he could do so.
Turning to me, he added, with a grin, "Either to chain that wild beast, La Tournoire, or to send the most entertaining of valets to find out whether all that they say of purgatory and hell is true."
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