Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Aye, Le Gros Guillem. We did not know he was in his church, we thought
he was in Domme, and would be occupied there, and we gave less heed and
kept less close watch. You see there were, we knew or supposed, but
three men in the church, and so long as they were supplied with food and
wine, we had little fear. But we had not reckoned right on Guillem. He
came back in the night with a score of men, and they rushed down on us;
they crossed the river during the day, when the men were in the fields
and about their work, and the women and children alone in the houses.
When it was seen that the _routiers_ were coming, then the church bell
was rung, but we had little or no time to prepare; they were on us and
in every house, breaking up the coffers, sacking the closets."
"Did they get into Le Peuch, father?"
"No; when we heard the bell, then we shut the gates and barricaded; but
there were not four men in the castle, myself included. What could we
do? We could only look on and witness the destruction; and one of the
men in the castle was Limping Gaston, who was no good at all; and
another was Blind Bartholomew, who could not see an enemy and
distinguish him from a friend. When the men in the fields heard the
bell, they came running home, to save what might be saved; but it was
too late. The ruffians were there robbing, maltreating, and they took
them as they came on--seven of them--and bound their hands behind them,
and these they have carried off. They have burned the stack of corn of
Jean Grano. The wife of Mussidan was baking. They have carried off all
her loaves, and when she entreated them to spare some they swore at
another word they would throw one of her babes into the oven. They have
ransacked every house, and spoiled what they could not carry away. And
the rest of the men, when they saw how those who came near Ste. Soure
were taken, fled and hid themselves. Some of the women, carrying their
children, came up the steep slope before the _routiers_ arrived, and we
received them into the castle; but others remained, hoping to save some
of their stuff, and not thinking that the enemy was so nigh. So they
were beaten to tell where any money was hidden. The wife of Drax--she
has had her soles so cut with vine-rods that she cannot walk; but she
was clever--she told where some old Roman coins were hid in a pot, and
not where were her silver livres of French money."
"How long were they here?"
"I cannot tell, Jean. It seemed a century. It may have been an hour."
"They have carried off seven men."
"Yes, to Domme, or to the church. I cannot say where. And we must send
the ransom in fourteen days, or Le Gros Guillem swears he will return
them all to us tied on the backs of mules, treated as he has treated
Rossignol. He said he left us Rossignol as a refresher."
"But what has he done to Rossignol?"
"Hamstrung him. He can never walk again. From his thighs down he is
powerless--helpless as a babe in arms."
Jean uttered an exclamation of horror.
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