Adventure stories; France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
'Very well; then let us go back. It is like to be a fool's errand with
such a guide.'
My words, and the tone they were uttered in, touched him on the raw,
and he swung round.
'I will go, monsieur; this way--to the right.'
We turned sharply behind the silently waving arms of a hedge of
hornbeam, and it was a relief to find that this cut away all further
chance of seeing the pitiful figure at the gates of the inn. Nicholas
drew the folds of his frayed cloak over his head, as if to shut out
all sound, and hurried onwards--a tall figure, lank and dark, that
flitted before me within the shadow of the hedgerow. My horse's knees
were hidden by the undergrowth on either side of the winding track,
that twined and twisted like a snake under the tangle of grass and
weed. This waste over which we passed, grey-green in the moonlight,
and swaying in the wind, rolled like a heaving, sighing sea to where
it was brought up abruptly by the dark mass of the forest, standing up
solidly against the sky as though it were a high coast line. As we
forced our way onwards, the swish of the grass was as the churning of
water at the bows of a boat, and one could well imagine that the long,
shaking plashes of white, mottling the moving surface before us, was
caused by the breaking of uneasy water into foam. Of a truth these
white plashes were but marguerites.
From the warm, dark depths at our feet myriads of grasshoppers
shrilled to each other to be of good cheer, and ever and again we
heard the sudden plunge and bustle of a startled hare, as it scuttered
away in a mad fear at nothing.
'You count your toises long here, Nicholas,' I remarked, for something
to say, as we spattered in and out of a shallow pool; and the gnats,
asleep on its surface, rose in a brown cloud, and hummed their anger
about our ears.
'They are as we reckon them, monsieur. But a few steps further and we
will get my horse; and after that there is no difficulty, for I know
each track and byepath of these woods.'
'And I wager that many a fat buck has dropped here to your arquebus on
moonlight nights such as this.'
'One does not learn the forest for nothing, M. le Chevalier; but the
bucks fell lawfully enough. My grandfather came here as huntsman to
Madame Diane; my father succeeded him, and I had followed my father;
but for the war----'
'And a smart soldier you made. I remember that when I cut you down
from a nasty position I had not time then to hear how you came in such
plight. How was it? Tell me the truth.'
'I have almost forgotten how to do so. I will try, however, and make
it short. When M. le Marquis bore you off after the duel and the
escape of the prisoners, the Captain de Gomeron turned on me, and,
damning me from head to toe, swore he would flay me to ribbons.
Feeling sure he would do so, and careless of the consequences, I
answered back--with the result you know. Marked as I was, it was
useless to seek employment anywhere, and then I became what I am, and
will end on the wheel.'
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