“Whose warrant?” said the seigneur, fronting the halberdiers, Buonespoir and Abednego behind him. “The Seigneur of St. Ouen’s,” was the reply. “My compliments to the Seigneur of St. Ouen’s, and tell him that Buonespoir is my guest,” he bellowed, and strode on, the halberdiers following. Suddenly the seigneur swerved towards the chapel and quickened his footsteps, the others but a step behind. The sergeant of the halberdiers was in a quandary. He longed to shoot, but dared not, and while he was making up his mind what to do the seigneur had reached the chapel door. Opening it, he quickly pushed Buonespoir and Abednego inside, whispering to them, then slammed the door and put his back against it. There was another moment’s hesitation on the sergeant’s part, then a door at the other end of the chapel was heard to open and shut, and the seigneur laughed loudly. The halberdiers ran round the chapel. There stood Buonespoir and Abednego in a narrow road-way, motionless and unconcerned. The halberdiers rushed forward. “Perquage! Perquage! Perquage!” shouted Buonespoir, and the bright moonlight showed him grinning. For an instant there was deadly stillness, in which the approaching footsteps of the seigneur sounded loud. “Perquage!” Buonespoir repeated. “Perquage! Fall back!” said the seigneur, and waved off the pikes of the halberdiers. “He has sanctuary to the sea.” This narrow road in which the pirates stood was the last of three in the Isle of Jersey, running from churches to the sea, in which a criminal was safe from arrest by virtue of an old statute. The other _perquages_ had been taken away, but this one of Rozel remained, a concession made by Henry VIII. to the father of this Raoul Lemprière. The privilege had been used but once in the present seigneur’s day, because the criminal must be put upon the road from the chapel by the seigneur himself, and he had used his privilege modestly. No man in Jersey but knew the sacredness of this _perquage_, though it was ten years since it had been used; and no man, not even the governor himself, dare lift his hand to one upon that road. So it was that Buonespoir and Abednego, two fugitives from justice, walked quietly to the sea down the _perquage_, halberdiers, balked of their prey, prowling on their steps and cursing the Seigneur of Rozel for his gift of sanctuary--for the Seigneur of St. Ouen’s and the royal court had promised each halberdier three shillings and all the ale he could drink at a sitting if Buonespoir was brought in alive or dead. In peace and safety the three boarded the _Honeyflower_ off the point called Verclut, and set sail for England, just seven hours after Michel de la Forêt had gone his way upon the Channel, a prisoner. VII