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Only yesterday morning I was with him " "Ay?" Baudichon cried, his eyes glowing with dull passion. "You were with him! And he went in the afternoon! Mark that!" He turned quickly to his fellows. "He went in the afternoon! Now, I would like to know " Blondel stood up. "Whether I am a traitor?" he said, in a tone of fury; and he extended his arms in protest.
Nay, they would not thank him, they would not praise him. A traitor? To live he must turn traitor? Ay, but try Petitot, and see if he would not do the same! Or Baudichon, who could not sleep of nights for fear how would he act with death staring him in the face? The bravest soldiers when disarmed, or called upon to surrender or die, capitulate without blame. And that was his position.
That was all; as a man of tried loyalty, intrusted with the safeguarding of the city, and to whom the officer of the watch was answerable, he might make the necessary arrangements without incurring, even after the catastrophe, more than a passing odium, a breath of suspicion. And Baudichon and Petitot?
Blondel turned rudely on him, perhaps to hide a slight ebb of colour from his cheeks. "What I know?" he said. "Ay, ay." "No more than you know!" "But," Petitot retorted in his dry, thin voice, "it was you, Messer Blondel, not Messer Baudichon, who gave him permission to reside in the town." "And I want to know," Baudichon chimed in remorselessly, "what credentials he had.
As, believe me, Messer Petitot would see them were he in your place; as Messer Fabri and Messer Baudichon I warrant it do see them; as pardon me all who rank themselves among the wise and the illuminate, see them.
You do not" he looked at Baudichon and the stout man's face grew pale, he averted his eyes "you do not dream of these things, Messer Blondel, nor awake to fancy them, but we do. We do!" he repeated in accents which went to the hearts of all, "day and night, rising and lying down, waking and sleeping. And we dare run no risks."
If any man can be trusted to sound the enemy, it is I! But I have done! Had Messer Baudichon not pressed me to issue the warrant, not driven me beyond my patience, it had not been issued yesterday. It had been in the office, and the man within the walls!
Or would the heavens fall if Geneva embraced the faith of the good Archbishop of Milan? Words, Messer Blondel, believe me, words!" "Yet men die for them!" "Not wise men. And when you have died for them, who will thank you?" The Syndic groaned. "Who will know, or style you martyr?" Basterga continued forcibly. "Baudichon, whom you have called a fat hog? He will sit in your seat.
He resented the insult which Blondel had flung at his friend Baudichon, but he saw all going against them, and no chance of redress; nay, capital was being made out of that which should have been a disadvantage.
"No, I mean at all!" "I want to know," Baudichon added the parrot phrase began to carry to Blondel's ears the note of fate "what you know about him." This time a pause betrayed Blondel's hesitation. Should he admit that he had been to Basterga's lodging; or dared he deny a fact that might imply an intimacy greater than he had acknowledged?
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