The ascent was not difficult, and in a few minutes they had lost sight of the dingle and the flames by which it was surrounded; only every now and then, where the branches opened, a broad red light fell upon their path, telling that the fire still raged with unabated fury. A moment or two after, they could perceive that the track entered upon a small savanna, on which the moon was still shining, her beams showing with a strange sickly light, mingled as they were with the fitful gleams of the flames and the red reflection of the sky. The whole of this small plain, however, was quite sufficiently illuminated to allow Chavigni and his companion to distinguish two horses fastened by their bridles to a tree hard by; and a momentary glance convinced the Statesman, that the spot where he and Lafemas had left their beasts, was again before him, although he had arrived there by another and much shorter path than that by which he had been conducted to the rendezvous. "We have left all danger behind us, Monseigneur," said the robber, after having carefully examined the savanna, to ascertain that no spy lurked amongst the trees around. "The flies are all swarming round the flames. There stand your horses--mount, and good speed attend you! Your servant must go with me, for our beasts are not so nigh." Chavigni whispered a word in the robber's ear, who in return bowed low, with an air of profound respect. "I will attend your Lordship--" replied he, "--and without fear." "You may do so in safety," said the Statesman, and mounting his horse, after waiting a moment for the Judge, he took his way once more towards the high road to St. Germain. CHAPTER IV. In which the learned reader will discover that it is easy to raise suspicions without any cause, and that royalty is not patent against superstition. We must now return to the principal personage of our history, and accompany him on his way towards St. Germain, whither he was wending when last we left him. There are some authors fond of holding their readers in suspense, of bringing them into unexpected situations, and surprising them into applause. All such things are extremely appropriate in a novel or romance; but as this is a true and authentic history, and as eke I detest what theatrical folks call "claptrap," I shall proceed to record the facts in the order in which they took place, as nearly as it is possible to do so, and will, like our old friend Othello, "a round unvarnished tale deliver."