A Sheaf of BluebellsOrczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
History
A Sheaf of Bluebells
Orczy, Emmuska Orczy, Baroness
France -- History -- Consulate and First Empire, 1799-1815 -- Fiction
"One way is as good as another," concluded de Puisaye cheerfully. "When
we have done with those brigands we must rid ourselves of them as
quickly as we can. They will bring themselves soon enough once more
under the ban of the law."
"In the meanwhile, my dear de Puisaye," said M. de Courson earnestly,
"will you tell us exactly what our respective parts are to be in the
great coup which those jail-birds will prepare for us? Laurent and I
have four hundred men in hiding between Courson and Mortain; we have
armed them as best as we could with a few weapons which we received from
the English agency in Jersey--not nearly enough, and most of the men
have only got sticks ... but, of course," he added hopefully, "there are
magnificent stores at La Frontenay when once we hold the works."
"There really will be no need for arms," rejoined de Puisaye. "On the
night that we decide for our coup we will assemble at our usual place,
the Cerf-Volant woods to the south of Mortain. I propose that I take
four hundred men, and with them march quietly up to the factories.
Leroux will be waiting for me, and we will order him beforehand to have
all the arms that are necessary for the men ready out of the stores. We
will then have six hundred men inside the factories, all thoroughly
armed and equipped with splendid guns placed in position. We will be
able to hold out against any attack made upon the works by de Maurel's
work-people, even if they are aided by the local peasantry. In the
meanwhile, you, my dear de Courson, will march with two hundred men on
Mortain, and Laurent with another two hundred on Domfront, and if you
both are as clever and resourceful as I take you to be, you will each of
you surprise the small garrison in those respective towns, seize the
town-halls, collar the _sous-prefets_, and hold the forts until Francois
Prigent, on the one hand, and our good d'Ache, on the other, arrive to
reinforce you, which should be at about midday."
"Splendid!" ejaculated Laurent. "Monsieur Prigent and M. le Comte
d'Ache will, of course, have marched all the way from Avranches?"
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