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But she lingered as if unwilling to enter. "There is do you hear it a stir in that quarter?" she said, pointing across the Rue St. Honore. "What lies there?" "Northward? The markets," he answered. "'Tis nothing. They say, you know, that Paris never sleeps. Good night, sweet, and a fair awakening!" She shivered as she had shivered under Tavannes' eye. And still she lingered, keeping him.
"And I!" Count Hannibal returned, showing his teeth in a grim smile. "I too! Yet I will not! I will not! Because so to die were to die unwillingly, and give them triumph. Be dragged to death? No, old dog, if die we must, we will go to death! We will die grandly, highly, as becomes Tavannes! That when we are gone they may say, 'There died a man!" "She may say!" Bigot muttered, scowling.
"You call me coward, because I will not die to please you. But give me a sword, and I will show you if I am a coward!" Tavannes stood still. "You are there, are you?" he said in an altered tone. "Give me a sword," Tignonville repeated, holding out his open trembling hands. "A sword! A sword! 'Tis easy taunting an unarmed man, but " "You wish to fight?" "I ask no more! No more!
He was not the less panic-stricken. He supposed that Tavannes' people were getting to horse, and calculated that, if they surrounded and beat the wood, he must be taken. At the thought, though he had barely got his breath, he rose, and keeping within the coppice crawled down the slope towards the river.
Tavannes said, while the crowd leaned forward to catch his words. "Yes, my lord," the man faltered. "Into the street which leads to the ramparts?" "Ye-yes, my lord." "Then" to Badelon "saddle! You have five minutes. Saddle as you never saddled before," he continued in a low tone, "or " His tongue did not finish the threat, but his hand waved the man away.
A man thrust himself forward. "Ay, I'll have it!" he cried. "Give it here!" "It is yours," Count Hannibal answered, "if you will carry ten words to Marshal Tavannes when I am gone." The man's neighbour laid a restraining hand on his shoulder. "And Marshal Tavannes will pay you finely," he said. But Maudron, the man who had offered, shook off the hand.
A Tavannes! We carry it yet!" And he dashed forward, leading them on, leaving the women behind; and down the sward to meet him, thundering in double line, came Montsoreau's men-at-arms, and with the men-at-arms, a dozen pale, fierce-eyed men in the Church's black, yelling the Church's curses.
They made no way, and Count Hannibal swore furiously, suspecting treachery. But he was no madman, and at the moment the least reflection would have sent him about to seek another road. Unfortunately, as he hesitated a man sprang with a gesture of warning to his horse's head and seized it; and Tavannes, mistaking the motive of the act, lost his self- control.
A man with a staff darted forward and struck Badelon on the shoulder, two or three others pressed in and jostled the riders; and if three of Tavannes' following had not run out on the instant and faced the mob with their pikes, and for a moment forced them to give back, the prisoners would have been rescued at the very door of the inn.
I have but to open that window and denounce you, and your life would hang by no stronger thread than the life of a mad dog which they chase through the streets!" The younger man had risen also. He stood confronting Tavannes, the cowl fallen back from his face, his eyes dilated. "You think to frighten me!" he cried. "You think that I am craven enough to sacrifice her to save myself. You "
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