Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
"Lieutenant!" shouted Guillem; "call out all the men available--all but
such as must remain to guard the castle and this cursed disloyal town,
in which every citizen is a traitor. Muster them outside the castle;
bring forth as many horses as we have. If I am carried, I will go. At
once, before these peasants have recovered their astonishment, because
they surprised us when we were asleep: at once, as swiftly as possible,
to chastise them. Cut down every peasant in arms: give no quarter, but
above all, take me Ogier del' Peyra. I will pay fifty livres for him--to
any man--to have him taken alive. I do not desire him dead; I must have
him alive. Do you mark me? First of all, Del' Peyra. At once, before
they expect reprisals--at once."
His hand was on the table. In his fury he shook it as if it had been his
enemy he was grappling.
"To horse, Roger and Amanieu, and revenge your wrongs, as I will revenge
mine."
"Pardon me, Captain," said Roger. "What is this I see? the red silk
cross--what? has she taken this off and renounced companionship? So do
I. I cannot serve against the father Del' Peyra or the son who spared my
life." He plucked at the cross on his shoulder, then with his dagger
unripped it, tore it, and threw it on the table.
"Nor I," said Amanieu surlily, "not because they spared me, but because
you kicked down the plank." And he also tore off his cross and flung it
on the table.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE END OF L'EGLISE GUILLEM.
THE exultation of the peasants at having taken "the Church of Guillem"
would have resulted in a sack and insubordination but for two causes:
one, that the spoil of the robbers had not been recovered; and the
other, the great firmness of Jean del' Peyra and his father.
The pillaged goods must be found. None had much hesitation in saying
where they were. Everything worth preserving had been stowed away in the
rock-hewn chamber above the castle, in the face of the cliff, and this
was now very difficult of access.
The roof of the castle from which it was reached was broken in, portions
had been consumed, other portions were so charred as to be dangerous.
The peasants had begun to throw down the walls, to demolish every
portion of the structure that was artificial, but Jean stayed them.
"If you do this," said he, "how shall we reach the treasury above?"
The day had broken but the sun had not yet risen. The slope below the
Church and the Church itself presented a strange spectacle.
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