Adventure stories; Brigands and robbers -- Fiction; France -- History -- 15th century -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Jean said a word or two in reply. He was very uneasy. The heaviness with
which his father slept showed him that he was in no condition to be
roused at the end of the hour and made to remount. Ogier's strength was
exhausted, and this was not to be wondered at, considering what he had
gone through.
Jean spoke to the collier, and explained to him that he proposed letting
the old man remain where he was and sleep his full. He himself must ride
on with his companions, and he would return in the morning for his
father.
Meanwhile the _routiers_ had drawn aside and were conversing in a low
tone.
"What say you, Heliot? The old fellow will not ride on."
"Then one of us must stay, Peyrot," answered the other, "and the other
proceed with the young one."
"Why not finish them at once?"
"You fool! We cannot--we must recover the demoiselle first."
"That is true--I will stay--you ride forward."
"It is one to me which I dispatch," said Heliot. "You can remain,
Peyrot, and it is well for us that the Seigneur has broken down."
"Why so?"
"Because we should have found it difficult to lay hands on them at Ste.
Soure or at Le Peuch, among their own people."
"There will be Amanieu and Roger."
"Yes--Amanieu and Roger; but all depends--if there be only women about
the thing will be easy enough, but if men be there in arms, I do not see
how we could do it."
"But now----"
"Exactly--now all is coming smooth to our hands," said Heliot. "For the
young Seigneur must return hither to fetch his father--and on the
Causse, here among the coppice, away from all habitations, we can
dispatch them easily."
"I will kill the old man at once--as soon as you have ridden on," said
Peyrot.
"As you like--but you cannot reckon on the collier. He is a big man. If
you kill him first, well and good; but if he be on the alert, and you
note how suspiciously he looks at us, then he may escape and run and
give the alarm, so my sword will be prevented taking the fresher blood
of the young Del' Peyra."
"Then what would you have me do?"
"Remain here. Disarm the suspicions of the charcoal-burner. Keep near
the Seigneur, especially in the morning. If he be awake, be at his side;
if asleep, watch by his bed. The collier must attend to his charcoal.
When I draw near with the demoiselle and Amanieu and Roger, and the
young man, then cut him down and take his head. I will do the same to
the youth."
Presently the voice of Jean was heard summoning them to mount. His
impatience would not endure a longer delay.
Peyrot le Fort came up and said: "I am not going further."
"Not coming on? You must."
"I cannot; my horse is lame."
"Lame! I did not observe that as we rode along."
"You had no eyes save for your father."
"If lame, of course you must stay. We cannot--we dare not linger here
longer. Tarry with my father till we return."
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