The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
"Command!" said the man, with a scornful laugh. "Your commands are
likely to be mighty potent here, in the green wood, Sir Count! Now,
listen to my commands to you. Make the best of your time and get away
from this spot without delay, for if you stay you shall either see
those two men shot before your face, or you shall be shot with them.
So be quick."
"Be it as you say, my good friend," replied the Count coolly. "We
shall have bloody work of it; but before you go on, remember, I tell
you, you shall take my life with theirs; and let me warn you of
another thing which you do not know, the first shot that is fired, the
first loud word that is spoken," he added, dropping his voice, "will
bring destruction on the heads of all."
The man to whom he spoke gazed in his face with some surprise, as if
not clearly understanding his meaning, while the rest of the band
appeared eagerly whispering together, in a manner which might be
interpreted to bespeak some difference of opinion between themselves
and their leader.
The ear of the Count was quick; while conducting the two ladies to
their carriage, he had heard uncertain sounds at a distance, which he
had little doubted were occasioned by the arrival of some party from
the castle in search of him: while he had spoken to the chief of the
band in favour of Pelisson and his companions, he had again caught the
same sounds, but more distinctly. He had heard voices, and the
trampling of horse, and taking advantage of the momentary hesitation
which seemed to affect his opponent, he exclaimed, "Hark!" and lifted
up his hand to enjoin silence. The sounds, though distant, were now
very distinct, and he added, "You hear! They are in search of me with
all the force from the castle. You did not know that my servant was
behind when I was taken, and fled to seek succour."
His opponent stamped his foot upon the ground, and laid his hand upon
a pistol in his belt, fingering the hammer of the lock in a very
ominous manner; but the Count once more interposed, anxious on many
accounts to prevent a collision.
"Come," he said, "I wish to do you no injury. Let us compromise the
matter. Set the party you have taken free, and doubtless they will
abandon to your care and guidance all the baggage and money that they
may possess. What say you, Monsieur Pelisson?"
"Willingly, willingly," cried Pelisson, to whom all the last words
spoken had been a relief.
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