"No, Monsieur Jean, we have been looking for him in every direction, and cannot find him." "He is in the castle." "No, Monsieur Jean, there he is not." "He is in the field." "No, Monsieur Jean, he is nowhere." "That is not possible." "He is nowhere that we can find, and no one has seen him leave--no one knows whether he has been carried off again, and if so, how, when, or by whom?" It was so--Ogier del' Peyra had vanished, not leaving a trace behind him. CHAPTER XXII. THE CASTELLAN. LE GROS GUILLEM was pacing the stone-vaulted hall of the Castle of Domme. It was a hall that ran the whole depth of the castle, from one face to the other, and was lighted solely by large windows to the north, commanding the valley of the Dordogne. The room was vaulted, not ribbed; cradled with white stone, the walls were of stone, and the hall was paved with stone--all of one whiteness. No tapestry covered the naked sides, nor carpets clothed the floors, only some panelling of oak to man's height took off some of the chill of the walls, and straw was littered on the floor. Of ornament there was none in the hall, unless weapons and defensive armour might be so regarded. Even antlers and boars' heads were absent. The occupants of the castle had other amusements than the chase. "I must have thirty men more," said the Captain. "Let Heliot ride into the Bretenoux country; he will get them there; and let that sulky Amanieu, who is neither one of us nor against us, go to Gramat, on the bald and barren Causse, where nothing grows save lank and hungry men, there is always a supply of daredevils to be had for the asking. Offer what you will--we must make an attempt on Bergerac--and have the looting of its fat merchants' houses. We will make a raid into Sarlat and put the oily canons into the olive-press. There is plenty to be had for the taking. I want men. I must have more men. I dare not leave Domme without a thumb on it to hold it down; and there is that accursed eye of La Roque watching unwinkingly. Fine times are coming. I hear that the English are sending an army under the great Talbot. Let us do something--pick over the vineyard before he comes or the Englishmen will have the biggest bunches." One of the attendants came up to the Captain and informed him that there was an old man desired to speak with him. "What does he want? Where does he come from? I want no old men. The young are those who can serve me. I have not here an almshouse for bedemen, but a training school for soldiers." "He will not say what he wants--except only that he comes on matters of extreme importance." "Importance! importance!" repeated Le Gros Guillem irritably. "Importance to him and not to me. What is he? a farmer? Some of my boys have lifted an ox or carried off a daughter. I will not see him." "Captain, he comes from La Roque."