Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The incline was strewn with smouldering fragments of wood, of faggots,
the bind of which had been burst by the flames, and had released sticks
that had not been ignited, of rafters from the castle blackened by the
fire, of long streams of pitch that had fallen and run and had ceased to
flame. In the midst of the road by the river-brim stood a cask on its
bottom, emitting volumes of black smoke. Amid the wreckage lay the
corpses of the men who had been made to leap to their death. When
daylight came, it was perceived that one alone had not died instantly.
He had been seen to stir an arm and raise his head, and a peasant had
run down and dispatched him.
The face of the cliff, wherever reached by the flames, had become
decomposed. Chalk will not endure the touch of fire, and the white,
scaly surface had flaked off and exposed yellow patches like sandstone.
Scales, moreover, were continually falling from the blistered scar.
A portion of the floor of the main chamber of the castle that projected
beyond the face of the cliff remained unconsumed, and sustained the
beams of the wall that formed the screen in front. Many of the stones
that had been inserted between the rafters had fallen out; nevertheless,
sufficient remained to make it possible for an agile man to reach the
charred and ruinous roof.
"Let some go to the cliff-edge overhead," said Jean, "and tie the end of
a rope to a tree, and let it down in front of the chamber in the rock.
Then I can, I believe, climb to it, and see! I will thrust this piece of
torn red silk through the roof at the end of a pike, as a token where to
lower the cord."
An hour elapsed before the rope end with a heavy stone attached to it
came down through the shattered roof. This was now left hanging, and
Jean del' Peyra began to climb. He bade the men undo the stone as soon
as he was aloft, and in its place attach a large basket to the cord,
which he would draw up and fill with whatever he found in the chamber.
Knowing, however, how little the peasants could be trusted, he required
his father to keep guard, and take possession of what he lowered, the
whole to be retained undisturbed till each could claim his own goods,
and of those unclaimed a distribution would be made later among such as
had assisted in taking the stronghold.
Nimbly as a cat Jean ascended among the beams. He had to use extreme
caution, as some of them were smoking, and he had to beware of putting
his hand on fire that was unobservable by daylight, and of resting his
foot on cross pieces that had been reduced to charcoal. The stones
shaken by him as he mounted, and loosely compacted among half-burnt
beams, and themselves split and powdered with heat, came down in
volleys; but as this portion of the castle overhung the precipice from
seven to ten feet, they did not jeopardise those who were in the
cavernous part of the chamber.
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