"I am ready," said Ascanio, winding five or six lengths of rope around his body, and putting one of the ladders over his shoulder,--"I am ready." The two venturesome youths walked along the quay a hundred yards or thereabouts, then turned to the left, and disappeared around the corner of the wall of the Grand-Nesle, behind the city moat. Let us leave Ascanio to carry out his scheme, and follow Cellini in the development of his. The objects upon which his eyes rested, when, as we have said, he looked toward the left, that is, in the direction of the city, were two women, standing amid a group of timid spectators at some little distance,--two women, in whom he thought he recognized the provost's daughter and her governess. They were in fact Colombe and Dame Perrine, who, after hearing mass, set out to return to the Petit-Nesle, and had come to a stand-still in the crowd, trembling with alarm on account of what they had heard of the siege that was in progress, and of what they saw with their own eyes. But Colombe no sooner perceived that there was a momentary cessation of hostilities, which left the road open for her, than, heedless of the entreaties of Dame Perrine, who begged her not to risk her safety in the tumult, she went forward resolutely, impelled by her anxiety for her father, and leaving Dame Perrine entirely free to follow her or to remain where she was. As the duenna was really deeply attached to her charge, she determined to accompany her, notwithstanding her fright. They left the group just as Ascanio and Jacques Aubry turned the corner of the wall. Now Benvenuto Cellini's plan may be divined. As soon as he saw the two women coming toward him, he himself stepped forward to meet them, and gallantly offered his arm to Colombe. "Have no fear, madame," he said; "if you will deign to accept my arm I will escort you to your father." Colombe hesitated, but Dame Perrine seized the arm on her side which Benvenuto had forgotten to offer her. "Take his arm, my dear, take it," she said, "and let us accept this noble knight's protection. Look, look! there is Monsieur le Prévôt, leaning over the wall: he is anxious about us, no doubt." Colombe took Benvenuto's arm, and the three walked to within a step or two of the door. There Cellini stopped, and said to the provost in a loud voice, making sure that Colombe's arm and Dame Perrine's were safely within his own:-- "Monsieur le Prévôt, your daughter who is here desires to enter; I trust that you will open the door to her, unless you prefer to leave so charming a hostage in your enemy's hands."