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I had warned Monsieur; that I would have done had it been the breaking of a thousand oaths. But give up Yeux-gris? Not if they tore me limb from limb! "What is it all about?" cried Marcel, again. "You look as glum as a Jesuit in Lent. What is the matter with you, Félix?" "I have cooked my goose," I said gloomily. "What have you done?" "Nothing that I can speak about.
Mine host came, fat and smiling, unworried by the hard times, greeted Yeux-gris with acclaim as "this dear M. le Comte," wondered at his long absence and bloody shirt, and granted with all alacrity his three demands of a supper, a surgeon, and a bed. I stood back, ill at ease, aching at the mention of supper, and wondering whether I were to be driven off like an obtrusive puppy.
The last level rays of the sun crowned them with radiant aureoles, painted their white robes with glory. I shut my eyes, dazzled; it was as if I beheld a heavenly host. When I opened them again the folk at my side were kneeling as the cross came by. I knelt, too, but the holy sign spoke to me only of the crucifix I had trampled on, of Yeux-gris and his lies.
I belong to no party and am no man's man. As for why you choose to live in this empty house, it is not my concern and I care no whit about it. Let me go, messieurs, and I will swear to keep silence about what I have seen." "I am for letting him go," said Yeux-gris. Gervais looked doubtful, the most encouraging attitude toward me he had yet assumed. He answered: "If he had not said the name "
If he is a spy it means the whole crew are down upon us." "What of that?" "Pardieu! is it nothing?" Yeux-gris returned with a touch of haughtiness: "It is nothing. A gentleman may live in his own house." Gervais looked as if he remembered something. He said much less boisterously: "And do you want Monsieur here?" Yeux-gris flushed red. "No," he cried. "But you may be easy.
You will pay me for my hurt by yielding me Félix." Gervais looked at me. While we had worked side by side over Yeux-gris he seemed to have forgotten that he was my enemy. But now all the old suspicion and dislike came into his face again. However, he answered: "Aye, you would have been the victor had it not been for Pontou. You shall do what you like with your boy. I promise you that."
I had struck him in the left side under the arm. Three good inches of steel were in him. He had turned over on his side, half off me. I scrambled out from under him. To my surprise, Yeux-gris and Lucas were still engaged. I had thought it hours since Grammont pulled me down. As I rose, Yeux-gris turned his head toward me. Only for a second, but in that second Lucas pinked his shoulder.
Gervais lunged. His blade passed clean through the man's shoulders and pinned him to the door. His head fell heavily forward. "Have you killed him?" cried Yeux-gris. "By my faith! I meant to," came the answer. Gervais was bending over the man. With an abrupt laugh he called out: "Killed him, pardieu! He has come off cheap."
I could not but wonder at Yeux-gris, at his gaiety and his steadfastness. He had hardly looked grave through the whole affair; he had fought with a smile on his lips and had taken a cruel wound with a laugh. Withal, he had been the constant champion of my innocence, even to drawing his sword on his cousin for me. Now, with his bloody arm in its sling, he was as debonair and careless as ever.
"Monsieur need not go," said I, wondering. In his place I would have gone and killed Yeux-gris with my own hands. "Vigo and I and two more can do it. Vigo and I alone, if Monsieur would not shame him before the men." I guessed at what he was thinking. "Not even you and Vigo," he answered. "Think you I would arrest my son like a common felon shame him like that?" "He has shamed himself!" I cried.
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