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The tall red-haired chief was a shrewd and prudent man. His face was
as white as a sheet, and no matter what annoyance he felt, he never
seemed to have a drop more or a drop less of blood in his body. His
parti-colored eyes were soft and not deceitful in expression; but his
mouth, partly hidden by his red beard, smiled every now and then with
a silly air which concealed a fund of intelligent malevolence. He
did not like Huriel, though he behaved as if he did, and he was
generally considered an honest man. In reality, he was the greatest
pillager of them all, and his conscience set the interests of his
fraternity above every other consideration. They had chosen him
chief on account of his cool-bloodedness, which enabled him to act by
stratagem and thus save the band from quarrels and legal proceedings,
in which indeed he was considered as clever as a lawyer's clerk.
He made no answer to the Head-Woodsman's question,--whether from
caution or stupidity it was impossible to say; for the more his
attention was roused, the more he looked like a man who was
half-asleep and did not hear what was said to him. He merely made a
sign to Huriel as if to ask if the testimony he was going to give
would agree with his own. But Huriel who, without being sly, was as
cautious as he, answered: "Master, you are appealed to as witness by
this young man. If it please you to corroborate him, I am not needed
to corroborate you; and if you think fit to blame him, the customs of
our fraternity forbid me to contradict you. No one here has anything
to do with our affairs. If Malzac has been to blame I know
beforehand that you will blame him. My affair is a totally different
matter. In the dispute we had together before you in the woods of La
Roche, the cause of which I am not obliged to reveal, Malzac told me
three times that I lied, and he threatened me personally. I don't
know if you heard him, but I declare it on my oath; and as I was then
insulted and dishonored I now claim the right of battle according to
the rules of our order."
Archignat consulted the other muleteers in a low voice, and it
appeared that they all sustained Huriel, for they formed a ring, and
the chief uttered one word only, "Go!" on which Malzac and Huriel
advanced and faced each other.
I tried to put myself forward, declaring it was for me to revenge my
cousin, and that my complaint was of more importance than that of
Huriel; but Archignat shoved me aside, saying: "If Huriel is beaten,
you can come forward; but if Malzac goes down you must be satisfied
with what you have seen done."
"The women will retire!" cried the Head-Woodsman, "they are out of
place here."
He was pale as he said it, but he did not flinch from the danger his
son was about to meet.
"They can retire if they choose," said Thérence, who was pale, too,
but quite as firm as he. "I must remain for my brother; he may need
me to stanch his blood."
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