Impressed by her earnestness, the jester, after a moment"s hesitation, obeyed. She led him to her room, closed and locked the door--but not before a scampering of feet and sound of voices told them the rogues had gained the upper pa.s.sage--and drew him hastily to the window.
"See," she said eagerly. "A ladder!"
"And at the foot of the ladder, our horses!" he exclaimed, in surprise.
"Who has done this?"
Her response was interrupted by a hand at their door and a clamor without, followed by heavy blows.
"Quick, Jacqueline!" he cried, and helped her to the long ladder, set, as it seemed, providentially against the wall.
"Can you do it?" he asked, yet holding her hand. Her eyes gave him answer, and he released her, watching her descend.
The door quivered beneath the general onslaught of the now exultant outlaws, and, as a glave shattered the panel the jester threw himself over the cas.e.m.e.nt. A deafening hubbub ensued; the door suddenly gave way, and the band rushed into the room. At the same time the _plaisant_ ran down the ladder and sprang to the ground at the young girl"s side. From above came exclamations of wonder and amazement, mingled with invective.
"They"re gone!" cried one.
"Here they are!" exclaimed another, looking down from the window.
The jester at once seized the means of descent, but not before the man who had discovered them was on the upper rounds; a quick effort on the fool"s part, and ladder and rogue toppled over together. The enterprising knave lay motionless where he fell.
"_Vrai Dieu_! He wanted to come down," said an approving voice.
Turning, the jester beheld the Spanish troubadour, who was composedly engaged in placing bundles of straw against the wall of the inn.
"I don"t think he"ll bother you any more," continued the minstrel in his deep tones. "If you"ll ride down the road, I"ll join you in a moment."
So saying, he knelt before the combustible acc.u.mulation he had been diligently heaping together and struck a spark which, seizing on the dry material, immediately kindled into a great flame.
"What are you doing, villain?" roared the landlord from the window, discovering the forks of fire, already leaping and crackling about the tavern.
"Only making a bonfire of a foul nest," lightly answered the minstrel, standing back as though to admire his handiwork. "Your vile hostelry burns well, my dissembling host."
"h.e.l.l-dog! varlet!" screamed the proprietor, overwhelmed with consternation.
"Is it thus you greet your guests?" replied the troubadour, throwing another bundle of straw upon the already formidable conflagration.
"You were not wont to be so discourteous, my prince of bonifaces."
But recovering from his temporary stupor, the landlord, without reply, disappeared from the window.
"Now may we safely leave the flames to the wind," commented the minstrel, as he sprang upon a small nag which had been fastened to a shed near by. "As we have burned the roof over our heads," he continued, addressing the wondering jester and his companion, who had already mounted and were waiting, "let us seek another hostelry."
Swiftly the trio rode forth from the tavern yard, out into the moonlit road.
"Not so quickly, my friends," commented the troubadour. "As I fastened the doors and blinds without, we may proceed leisurely, for it will be some time before mine host and his friends can batter their way from the inn. Besides, it goes against the grain to run so precipitously from my fire. Such a beautiful _auto da fe_, as we say in Spain."
"Who are you, sir?" asked the fool.
The minstrel laughed, and answered in his natural voice.
"Don"t you know me, _mon ami_?" he said, gaily. "What a jest this will be at court? How it will amuse the king--"
"Caillette!" exclaimed the _plaisant_, loudly. "Caillette!"
CHAPTER XXI
THE DESERTED HUT
"Himself!" laughed the minstrel. "Did I not tell you I should become a Spanish troubadour?" Then, reaching out his hand, he added seriously: "Right pleased am I to meet you. But how came you here?"
"I have fled from the keep of the old castle, where I lay charged with heresy," answered the jester, returning the hearty grip.
"The keep!" exclaimed Caillette in surprise. "You are fortunate not to have been brought to trial," he added, thoughtfully. "Few get through that seine, and his Holiness, the pope, I understand, has ordered the meshes made yet smaller."
They had paused on the brow of a hill, commanding the view of road and tavern. Dazed, the young girl had listened to the greeting between the two men. This ragged, beard-begrown troubadour, the graceful, elegant Caillette of Francis" court? It seemed incredible. At the same time, through her mind pa.s.sed the memory of the _plaisant"s_ reiterated exclamation in prison: "Caillette--in Spain!"--words she had attributed to fever, not imagining they had any foundation in fact.
But now this unexpected encounter abruptly dispelled her first supposition and opened a new field for speculation. Certainly had he been on a mission of some kind, somewhere, but what his errand she could not divine. A diplomat in tatters, serving a fellow-jester.
Fools had oft intruded themselves in great events ere this, but not those who wore the motley; heretofore had the latter been content with the posts of entertainers, leaving to others the more precarious offices of intrigant.
But if she was surprised at Caillette"s unexpected presence and disguise, that counterfeit troubadour had been no less amazed to see her, the joculatrix of the princess, in the mean garb of a wayside _ministralissa_, wandering over the country like one born to the nomadic existence. That she had a nature as free as air and the spirit of a gipsy he well believed, but that she would forego the security of the royal household for the discomforts and dangers of a vagrant life he could not reconcile to that other part of her character which he knew must shrink from the actualities of the straggler"s lot. He had watched her at the inn; how she held herself; how she was a part of, and yet apart from, that migratory company; and what he had seen had but added to his curiosity.
"Have you left the court, mistress?" he now asked abruptly.
"Yes," she answered, curtly.
Caillette gazed at her and her eyes fell. Then put out with herself and him, she looked up boldly.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Why not, indeed?" he repeated, gently, although obviously wondering.
The constraint that ensued between them was broken by a new aspect of the distant conflagration. Fanned by the breeze, the flames had ignited the thatched roof of the hostelry and fiery forks shot up into the sky, casting a fierce glow over the surrounding scene. Through the glare, many birds, unceremoniously routed from their nests beneath the eaves, flew distractedly. Before the tavern, now burning on all sides, could be distinguished a number of figures, frantically running hither and thither, while above the crackling of the flames and the clamorous cries of the birds was heard the voice of the proprietor, alternately pleading with the knaves to save the tavern and execrating him who had applied the torch.
"_Cap de Dieu_! the landlord will snare no more travelers," said Caillette. "My horse had become road-worn and perforce I had tarried there sufficient while to know the company and the host. When you walked in with this fair maid, I could hardly believe my eyes. "Twas a nice trap, and the landlord an unctuous fellow for a villain. a.s.sured that you could not go out as you came, I e"en prepared a less conventional means of exit."
He had scarcely finished this explanation when, with a shower of sparks and a mighty crash, the heavy roof fell. A lambent flame burst from the furnace; grew brighter, until the clouds became rose-tinted; a glory as brilliant as short-lived, for soon the blaze subsided, the glow swiftly faded, and the sky again darkened.
"It is over," murmured Caillette; and, as they touched their horses, leaving the smoldering ruins behind them, he added: "But how came the scamp-student to serve you? I was watching closely, and listening, too; so caught how "twas done."
"I spared his life once," answered the jester.
"And he remembered? "Tis pa.s.sing strange from such a rogue. A clever device, to warn you in Latin that his friends intended to kill one or both of you for the jeweled sword."
"Why," spoke up the young girl, her attention sharply arrested, "was it not a mere discussion of some kind? And--the quarrel?"
"A pretense on the rogue"s part to avert the suspicion of the master of the boar. I could but marvel"--to the jester--"at your forbearance."