Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
As the evening closed in the clouds that had been noticed by Heliot
covered the whole heavens. There was no wind below; at the same time one
must have been blowing aloft, for the vapours parted and disclosed the
moon and then drifted over its face again, and through them it peered
dimly, like an eye with cataract over it, or else became totally
obscured.
The men detailed for the expedition were assembled in the courtyard of
the castle. They were not mounted--horses were unnecessary and
inconvenient. The tramp might be heard and cause alarm. The _routiers_
remained in their ranks motionless till the word was given, and then
silently they defiled out of the castle, through the street of Domme,
and the town portcullis was raised to allow them to pass forth.
Le Gros Guillem had boats on the river at his command. And the passage
of the Dordogne was effected in the darkness successfully without
attention being attracted on the opposite bank. The companions issued
from the boats and drew up on the bank till the Captain gave the command
to march, when they proceeded down the right bank of the river without
speaking and without making any noise. Owing to the rainfall the way was
muddy and the mud prevented their tramp from being audible. Shortly
before the hour named by the castellan the entire party was near the
Sarlat gate, concealed behind vineyard walls and bushes.
The town that was menaced seemed to be buried in slumber and security.
The only light discernible was the faint glow through the church window
of S. Donat, where the sanctuary lamp burned. There was not even a light
in the castle--which in the general darkness was indiscernible--only the
mighty cliff into which it was built stood high overhead like a gigantic
wave ready to fall and bury everything beneath it. The Captain picked
out the men he had fixed on to accompany him and gave his instructions
to the others in a whisper. As soon as the alarm-bell sounded in the
castle they were to draw rapidly to the gate. Their comrades within
would open, "and," said Guillem, "the town is yours--to do as you please
therein." Then he advanced cautiously with his five men to the postern
at the side and not to the main gate. This postern was small, it would
admit but one man at a time.
On reaching it Guillem scratched with the point of his sword, and the
signal was answered at once--cautiously the door was unbarred and
unlocked and the castellan appeared in it. The clouds had momentarily
parted and the new moon gleamed forth and was reflected by the river.
Guillem could perceive that this was the same man who had visited him at
Domme.
"The word?"
"Le Peuch."
"It is well, Le Peuch. How many?" he asked under his breath.
"Myself and five," answered Guillem.
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