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Monsieur is not the man he was." "He does look older," I said, "and worn. I trow the risk he is running " "Pshaw!" cried Marcel, with scorn. "Is Monsieur a man to mind risks? No; it is M. le Comte." I started like a guilty thing, remembering what Yeux-gris had told me and I, wrapped in my petty troubles, had forgotten. Monsieur had lost his only son. And I had chosen this time to defy him!
"You have learned your lesson. You will ask him the hour only that." "And you will take oath not to betray us," commanded Gervais. I took out the cross that hung on my rosary. I was ready to swear. Gervais prompted: "I swear to go and come straight, and speak no word to any but Martin." With all solemnity I swore it on my cross. "That oath will be kept," said Yeux-gris.
"The boy there caught at a glance what you had not found out in a fortnight. He gets to the duke and blocks my game for to-day. But if they sent him ahead to hold us till their men came up, they were fools, too. I'll have the duke yet, and I'll have you now." He rushed at the unarmed Yeux-gris.
I lay wondering thickly what it was and why it had to be going on while my head ached so, till at length it dawned on my dull brain that swords were crossing. I opened my eyes again, then. They were fighting each other, Yeux-gris and Gervais. The latter was almost trampling on me, Yeux-gris had pressed him so close to the wall.
Then he seized the man by the collar, fairly flung him across the room into the closet, and bolted the door upon him. "I will settle with him later. But you are right. We cannot send him." Yeux-gris burst into laughter. "My faith! we could not have more trouble if we were heads of the League than this little duel of yours is giving us. Why, what if we are seen? I will go." Gervais started.
He will not trouble himself to come." Gervais regarded him silently an instant, as if he thought of several things he did not say. What he did say was: "You are a pair of fools, you and the boy. Whatever he came for, he has spied on us now. He shall not live to carry the tale of us." "Then you have me to kill as well!" Gervais turned on him snarling. Yeux-gris laid a hand on his sword-hilt.
"I will not have an innocent lad hurt. I was not bred a ruffian," he cried hotly. They glared at each other. Then Yeux-gris, with a sudden exclamation, "Ah, bah, Gervais!" broke into laughter. Now, this merriment was a heart-warming thing to hear. For Gervais was taking the situation with a seriousness that was as terrifying as it was stupid.
I must be looking to the country's business." Lucas and "Le Gaucher." I cursed myself for a fool that I had carried the tale to Monsieur. It should have been my business to keep a still tongue and go kill Yeux-gris myself. For this last it was not yet too late. Marcel was hanging about in the corridor, and to him I gave the word for Vigo.
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