Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Jean rapidly swung himself to the rafters of the roof, and, after
testing which would bear his weight, crept along one till he touched the
cord. Then, by this aid, he was able to creep up the face of the rock,
that, however, came down on him in dust where crumbled by the heat; and
in a couple of minutes he was in the cave.
A rapid glance round assured him that it was untenanted, and that it
contained all the booty that had been accumulated by the _routiers_ in
many excursions.
In lockers cut in the native rock, and furnished with wooden shelves,
were gold chalices and reliquaries of Limoges enamel, silver-tipped
drinking-horns, and a richly bound volume of poetry, the interminable
metrical romance of Guerin de Montglane. In chests were silks and
velvets; in boxes the jewellery of ladies. Besides these costly articles
were many of inferior value, garments, boots, gloves, caps, of every
sort and quality. Of money there was not much, save one bag that
contained a hundred livres--it was the ransom of the seven men, the
plunder of the Jew Levi.
As soon as Jean had passed everything down to the men below by means of
his basket, that travelled frequently up and down, he took hold of the
rope and easily swung himself to the rafters, and let himself down into
the chamber of the castle. Here his father had disposed of the booty in
parcels, and had arranged that all was to be carried down the hill and
deposited in the Church of Ste. Soure, where division would be made in
three days' time. Then every claimant should be satisfied. Those sacred
vessels which had come from churches would be restored to the churches,
and notice would be issued to all sufferers in the country round to come
and retake whatsoever they could show was legitimately their own.
"And now, father," said Jean, "it seems to me that we are but at the
beginning of our troubles. We have taken this outpost and destroyed a
handful of our oppressors. But behind this stands Domme, and in it is a
garrison. The Captain has slipped through our fingers. He will never
consent to abide without an attempt to recover what is lost and to
revenge his humiliation. It is my advice that we utterly destroy this
castle, so that it can never be occupied again. Then, that we should
send out spies to observe the movements of the enemy, and report if he
be on his way to make reprisals. Lastly, that we hold ourselves in
readiness to encounter him when he sets forth. Let us choose our own
ground, and that is half-way to success."
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