"Maybe you"ll swing an hour or two earlier, and then they can have your body," said one of the soldiers brutally. He had felt the weight of the captain"s arm a few moments earlier.
Lemasle had raised his voice, speaking clearly and distinctly. He had not seen Jean, but he guessed that he was not far off, and would perchance hear him.
The dwarf lay motionless as the crowd pa.s.sed along under the wall, and he understood.
CHAPTER XIII
OBEDIENCE AND TRUST
Some two hours ago the porter had opened the small door in the high wall, and before he could prevent her, or ask her business, a woman, heavily cloaked, had stepped hastily in, and bade him close the door again. He obeyed her command almost unconsciously, and then recovered himself sufficiently to ask the meaning of this sudden intrusion.
The woman laughed as she let the cloak, which she had held lightly across her, fall apart.
"Your wits move slowly, my friend. An enemy might enter while you were making up your mind to ask his business. Go and tell your mistress that Mademoiselle de Liancourt would speak with her."
Countess Elisabeth met her with a smiling welcome and outstretched arms, yet Lucille, who was with her when the message was brought, had seen an expression in her face which was certainly not one of pleasure, and was surprised at the sudden change as the door opened and Christine entered.
"Forgive me coming to you in this fashion, Elisabeth," Christine said.
"I knew I should find a safe retreat here."
"Retreat?"
"Yes, or hiding-place if you will, for that is the true meaning of my coming. I would not have it known that I am in Vayenne for a while."
"Take the cloak, Lucille," said the Countess, lifting it from Christine"s shoulders.
"Thank you; and Lucille, although it is a well-worn one, see that it is not thrown away, for it is borrowed," laughed Christine; and then when the girl had gone she went on. "I am travel-stained altogether, Elisabeth, and look strangely out of keeping with the comfort of this room. You will give me food presently, and perhaps lend me a gown; we are sufficiently of a size for that, I think. I have not had my clothes off for three nights."
"I do not understand," said Elisabeth.
"How should you? But you know that I went to Pa.s.sey?"
"I have heard of that disaster and the death of the Duke," said Elisabeth.
"All Vayenne has heard of that, I suppose," said Christine.
"Such ill news travels quickly," was the answer; "if it is ill news altogether. Perhaps for the country"s sake the death is not such an unfortunate one."
"You did not know Maurice," said Christine quietly.
"You must not be angry with me," the Countess went on. "I am thinking of the country, not of the individual, and I am sorry for the poor boy. But I do not understand why you should want to be in Vayenne secretly."
"A duke is not murdered without some upheaval in the state," said Christine. "The Duke"s partisans may be the next victims."
"Is your life in jeopardy, Christine?"
"For three days I have been hiding in a charcoal-burner"s hut. I should hardly have done so without good reason. Captain Lemasle saved me when we were attacked in the woods, and only to-night have I ventured to the city. I came by the North Gate, since it was nearest to your house, entering in the company of some market women, borrowing one of their cloaks to conceal myself as much as possible. How Captain Lemasle has fared, I know not. Let me see him if he comes, Elisabeth.
He knows where I was bent on seeking sanctuary."
"But Felix----"
"I know. He will be Duke," said Christine, interrupting her.
"And powerful to shield you," said Elisabeth.
"He sent an escort to shield Maurice. It failed miserably in its purpose. Maybe Felix thinks, as you do, that Maurice"s death happened fortunately for Montvilliers."
"Even then, I do not understand your position, Christine. Is not Felix to know that you are in Vayenne?"
"Not yet. He will know presently. As you love me, Elisabeth, let my being here remain a secret at present."
"But why?"
"Have you never heard that Felix wishes to marry me?" Christine asked.
"Yes; I have heard so. I know nothing of the truth of the story," said the Countess.
"It is true enough. Oh, there is no romance in it, Elisabeth. I have some power and wealth in the state. It might be a good marriage for Felix. There you have the whole truth of it."
"And you do not love him?"
"I do not think so. How can I tell? I have lived all these years on the earth without knowing what love is. Love, perhaps, finds no easy road into the Castle of Vayenne."
"Still, without love, you would marry him?" said the Countess.
"For the good of the country, perhaps; but if I do, he will probably live to wish that he had found another wife, even if she cost him a crown."
"Surely, Christine, if you have not learnt to love, you have learnt how to hate."
"Time enough for that when Felix and I are married. Will you keep me here for a while, and let it be a secret?"
"Yes; I promise. I will, even at the risk of Felix"s anger. Am I not brave?" And she laughed lightheartedly.
"Then come and pick me out a gown, the prettiest you have, Elisabeth.
I long to shake off the charcoal dust and the dirt of the highway. I want to feel just a woman, and look pretty again."
"Surely this Captain Lemasle-- Did you not say he might come to-night?" said the Countess.
Christine laughed.
"This old house gives you romantic notions, my dear. Let us call Lucille, and bid her help to choose the gown, for with such ideas in your head you may be jealous of me, and foist upon me some cast-off garment that no girl could possibly look charming in. You are so pretty yourself, Elisabeth, that I am inclined not to trust you in this affair." And with their arms about each other, they went out of the room, calling for Lucille.
Captain Lemasle did not come, and only the porter heard any disturbance in the square. It woke him from a doze, but not sufficiently to send him out to see what the cause of the noise might be. He was a sleepy old man at the best of times, and if there were any breaking of heads being done, he argued that he was safer in his little lodge on the inside of the wall.