Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
By means of this overhanging portion of the castle, by a ladder a
chamber could be reached, cut out in the face of the cliff immediately
above the mouth of the natural cavern, a chamber at the present day
visible, but absolutely inaccessible, since the wooden excrescence has
disappeared by which it was reached. This upper chamber was the treasury
of the castle.
To the present day not two miles up the valley of the Beune is a hamlet,
a cluster of houses, called Grioteaux, built in a huge cave, but with
the fronts somewhat beyond the upper lip of the cave; and in the face of
the precipice above is precisely such a treasure-chamber, only to be
reached by means of a ladder from the roof of the house below it.
"What--you here!" exclaimed the Great Guillem in surprise, when he saw
the girl enter the one room in which were himself and his men, about a
table, on which were scattered chalices from churches, women's
jewellery, silken dresses, even sabots plucked off the feet of peasants.
The captain was dividing spoil.
The Great Guillem was much as Jean del' Peyra had described him--tall,
gaunt, with a high head, and baldness from his forehead to the crown,
his hair sandy and turning grey, dense bushy red eyebrows, the palest of
blue eyes, and a profusion of red hair about his jaws. The mouth was
large, with thin lips, and teeth wide apart and pointed, as though they
had been filed sharp. Men said he had a double row in his jaw. It was
the mouth of a shark.
"Come here, little cat!" shouted the freebooter. "Here are we dogs of
war dividing the plunder."
"What plunder, father? Did you get all these silks and trinkets from
Ste. Soure?"
"From Ste. Soure indeed! Not that; nothing thence but wine-casks and
grain; and a fine matter we have had hauling the barrels up into our
kennel. What do you want with us, child?"
The girl looked at the men; there were a dozen, and her father the
thirteenth. They were in rough and coarse clothing, each with a red
cross on his left arm--a badge of allegiance to the Cross of St. George.
Some of the companies wore a white or blue cross when serving no
political party, but the Great Guillem was ostensibly in the English
service, and as such had been given the commandantship of Domme. The men
had been drinking, and were flushed, partly with wine, partly with
excitement, as the division of the plunder was made by lot, the lot
being a knucklebone in a bassinet. A lawless, insolent company, and one
difficult to treat with.
Noémi was puzzled what to do. But she was a bold, spirited girl, and she
said: "This is the first time I have been here. I claim largesse."
"Largesse!" laughed one of the men; "I say--the first time anyone enters
he pays footing."
"_He_, yes," said the girl; "but with a woman it is other. I claim
largesse."
"What do you mean? A share of the loot?"
"A large share," answered Noémi.
"I have two lots to one; I will surrender one to you," said Guillem.
"Of all the spoil?"
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