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The Arabs then closed in upon the group, which had become motionless and silent, and, to use the expressive language of an eye-witness, "felled them to the earth as they would overturn a wall." The enemy found none remaining but the dead, or those who were so badly wounded that they gave no sign of life. Before expiring, Montagnac had summoned to his aid a small detachment he had left in reserve.
He could not think of telling Genevieve, and Jean should be able to help keep watch. "You try," he directed, "to watch Montagnac; I shall not leave the diplomat." The Duke came in search of Maurice to ask for Esperance. He looked a little pale but showed much interest in the fete. "Our dear Duchess must be rewarded for all the excitement we have caused her house."
Amelie had also paid the closest attention to the account, especially when the hunters spoke of their proximity to the Chartreuse. From that time on she listened with anxious eyes, and seemed scarcely to breathe, until they told of leaving the woods after the killing. After dinner, word was brought that Jacques had returned with two peasants from Montagnac.
"Why, from the gunsmith at Montagnac, who keeps papa's and Roland's guns. You ask me sometimes what I do with my money, don't you? Well, I buy powder and balls with it, and I am learning to kill Austrians and Arabs like my brother Roland." Madame de Montrevel raised her hands to heaven. "What can you expect, mother?" asked Roland. "Blood will tell. No Montrevel could be afraid of powder.
Reassured by the darkened windows, he boldly opened the iron gate. The hinges had probably been oiled that day, for they turned without grating, and closed as noiselessly as they had opened behind Roland, who walked rapidly in the direction of Pont d'Ain at Bourg. He had hardly gone a hundred yards before the clock at Saint-Just struck once; that of Montagnac answered like a bronze echo.
"No, no. What? It is impossible.... You are not ill.... Leave me, dear sir.... I ... I must..." He stammered unintelligible phrases, hastening his steps. Maurice re-entered the hall. He met the musician Xavier Flamand, who said, "I just saw the Count Styvens go out." "At this hour?" exclaimed Montagnac, looking at the Duke. "He has gone to meet his mother at the station.
"It was your duty!" Francois pressed his hand affectionately. Left alone he felt despairing. The futility of the precautions he had taken, the inanity of all reasoning, of all logic, plunged him into the scepticism he had been combatting for so many years. Maurice found his cousin talking to Albert, the Marquis of Montagnac, and Genevieve.
Jean came up and cut short his monologue. "I think that the two other seconds are Count Alfred Montagnac, the Marquis's brother, and Captain Frederic Chevalier. Here they come now." Indeed the three seconds had just come up to the Marquis, who asked Maurice to excuse him. "I will be back in a few moments, dear M. Renaud." The Duke dropped down by Maurice.
Beyond the Reissouse, and along its banks, lay, to the right and left of the Chateau des Noires-Fontaines, the village of Montagnac and Saint-Just, dominated further on by that of Ceyzeriat.
The garden is cut by a long alley which can serve as the field of honour. I will go at once to warn De Montagnac and his brother; then I will go to the 'Three Roads." "Good," said Albert. "Naturally, we leave Maurice Renaud out of our quarrel." "Certainly," said Charles de Morlay bowing. They parted. From a distance the young painter saw the Duke enter the great hall.
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