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I think she was not without embarrassment at the position in which she found herself, for Madame Riano was insisting on accompanying Count Saxe in his retreat to Uzmaiz. These were her words as she marched up to him: "Well, Maurice of Saxe, I told you long ago, that this Courland business was an egg that would never hatch. Lacy, the old fox, will bag you yet, if you are not very sharp.
They were not sentries oh, no it was a mere guard of honor suitable to Count Saxe's rank; but they were not wholly ornamental. Suddenly hoofbeats sounded out of the darkness, and Count Saxe himself, with his two gentlemen, clattered over the drawbridge. He flung himself off his horse and said to me: "You were right, Babache. This night must we ride for Uzmaiz."
Gaston Cheverny told me afterward that when he took the clothes to Francezka she was overjoyed, and only consented to wear her masculine attire after his representing to her that she would tear her skirts to shreds in our march to Uzmaiz.
On this terrace, which seemed steeped in age and tranquillity, Count Saxe determined to mount two of his four great guns which had been transported to Uzmaiz. Our rest was short before we set to work, with pick and shovel, every man of us. Count Saxe did not disdain to show us how to work. We labored day and night, with but short intervals for sleep.
It is true my master had three hundred men, many of them my Uhlans, the "Clear-the-way-boys," intrenched on the island in the Lake of Uzmaiz, five days' march away, where they stood guard over a military chest of considerable value, and a large quantity of arms and ammunition.
Often, in those dreary days in Courland, in anxious nights upon the island in Lake Uzmaiz, my master, Count Saxe, would recall the noble beauty of those lines as you spoke them and many other of those plays in which you had bewitched the world." Poor soul! I knew what would give her a moment's ease. "Did he then, remember me?" she said in a soft voice, like music.
I noticed some of Schnelling's rascals watching us through the screen of boughs, but there was nothing to see except the three of us, sitting around the fire under the solemn larches and firs, and our voices were kept low. We told her our only plan was to take her to Uzmaiz, and from thence try to communicate with Madame Riano.
'If, then, you are so eternally grateful to me, you will kindly allow me and my niece to travel to France with you. I told her I was not going to France yet still holding some cards in my hand but to the island in Lake Uzmaiz, where I proposed to make a stand. That delighted her.
Perhaps I understood those sufferings better than he dreamed. "No insult was offered to Francezka. I told them that if any were many lives should pay for it; but I think they never contemplated that; we were held for vulgar ransom, and that only. Ten days ago we were brought to this place. I knew we were near Uzmaiz, although Schnelling stoutly denied it.
The moon is sinking fast, and as soon as it fades, the drawbridge goes down like lightning; you and I and Beauvais on horseback dash across it to the left, the other sixteen men rush after us, seize each man a horse, and make for the highway to Uzmaiz, not a quarter of a mile away. I believe every man of us stands a good chance to escape." "And Mademoiselle Capello and Gaston Cheverny?" I asked.
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