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It was not bad with a little olive oil and vinegar; but the very thought makes me hungry. What have you in that dish beside you?" "Something better than a crape mask, I assure you." And Trotto put aside the cover, only to let it fall with a little crash as he stared at the white thing, and glanced up to meet my eyes, and hear my gibe. "A little surprise I prepared for you a delicate attention."
"After whom, monseigneur?" asked he who appeared to be their leader as he went on: "We have chased the air all day; are we to ride after phantoms by night?" "Fool! It is Mademoiselle de Paradis and her lover. He has wounded me, and killed Trotto and Piero and Malsain, and escaped with her ten minutes ago. They cannot have gone far, and the river must stop them. After them!"
"Be sure, and fail not!" "With a wounded man? Be happy, excellency! 'Twill be all over by midnight. I will have it done before Aramon returns, to save sharing the crowns. Good-night." "Trotto!" The captain put his head back through the door, and Simon said: "Call me when 'tis over. I would see the carrion ere we put it away."
"Here, here!" he exclaimed, his voice almost cracking with excitement "here! in Le Jaquemart! My sword, Trotto quick!" And he shivered with pain as he attempted to stand; but Torquato made him sit back, and when he had succeeded told him what is already known.
"The name of Torquato Trotto is known in France," I said, and the brow of the man darkened. "Perhaps I too can return the compliment, monsieur. You are " "Bertrand Broussel, bourgeois, of the Rue des Lavandières, Paris," I interrupted, and I caught a strange expression of disappointment in mademoiselle's eyes. "Hum!"
When Torquato Trotto lifted the candle to guide mademoiselle and La Marmotte from the supper-room he was confident in the success of his plan, and already heard the jingle of Simon's crown-pieces in his ears.
Every moment is precious." "Softly, monseigneur! There is plenty of time for me. Trotto is dead, you say, and I sit here in my saddle captain of the wolves of Fontevrault; and," he continued with a chuckle, "with a new king comes a new policy, as you are aware, monseigneur." "What do you mean?" asked Simon, with an uneasy note in his voice.
I trust, however, that your wounds do not hurt you?" "Wounds!" exclaimed mademoiselle. "You are hurt, and you have said never a word! Why did you not tell me? You must have them seen to at once." And she rose from her seat. La Marmotte following her example, and Trotto added his voice to hers, and was thanked with a look. "It is nothing. There is some mistake.
It was a fortunate thing that the wild cats of Fontevrault were so large and heavy; and it was equally fortunate that Messire Trotto, ex-priest, and now bandit or freelance, was aware of the fact, else, perhaps, he might have examined the ledge that projected below the parapet, and seen there an animal which, though large and heavy, was of a different kind to the grey, striped prowlers of the forest.
But if I were to place your prize in your hands by tomorrow morning?" "Impossible!" "But I say it is possible." "Then five hundred crowns the day you reach Paris." Trotto shook his head. "It could be done for a thousand, excellency for certain." Simon's eyes seemed to sink back deeper into their hollow sockets, and his face became paler, if possible. "A thousand devils! Impossible!
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