"Come, come," he said; "the safety of a poor little peasant must not be made an apple of discord between the noblest champions of the cause you mention. I see it is necessary that I should say a word; we have no time to lose in useless discussion. But I wish, in the first place, my friends," said Petit-Pierre, in a tone of grateful affection, "to ask your pardon for the disguise I have thought best to keep up, even with you, for one purpose only, that of hearing your real thoughts, your frank opinions, unaffected by your desire to comply with what is known to be my most ardent desire. Now that Petit-Pierre has gained the information he sought, the regent will take part in your discussions. Meantime, let us separate here; the poorest place is all I need to pass the rest of the night, and Monsieur de Bonneville, who knows the country well, can easily find it for me." "When may we be admitted to confer with her Royal Highness?" asked Pascal, bowing low before Petit-Pierre. "As soon as her Royal Highness can find a suitable abode for her wandering majesty, Petit-Pierre will summon you; it will not be long. Remember that Petit-Pierre is firmly resolved never to abandon his friends." "Petit-Pierre is a gallant lad!" cried Gaspard, gayly, "and his friends will prove, I hope, that they are worthy of him." "Farewell, then," said Petit-Pierre. "Now that the mask is off, I thank you heartily, my gallant Gaspard, for not being deceived by it. Come, it is time to shake hands and part." Each gentleman, in turn, took the hand that Petit-Pierre held out to him and kissed it respectfully. Then they all separated on their different ways, some to the right, others to the left, and soon disappeared from sight. Bonneville and Petit-Pierre were left alone. "Well, what shall we do?" said the latter. "Follow a direction diametrically opposed to those gentlemen." "Forward, then, without losing another minute," cried Petit-Pierre, running toward the road. "Oh! wait, wait a moment!" cried Bonneville. "Not in that way, if you please. Your Highness must--" "Bonneville," said Petit-Pierre, "don't forget our agreement." "True; Madame must please excuse--" "Again! why, you are incorrigible!" "I was about to say that Petit-Pierre must allow me to take him on my back." "Very good; here's a great stone that seems planted here for the very purpose. Come nearer, count; come nearer." Petit-Pierre was already on the stone as he spoke. The young count approached, and Petit-Pierre mounted astride his shoulders. "You take to it famously," said Bonneville, starting. "_Parbleu!_" exclaimed Petit-Pierre. "Saddle-my-nag was a fashionable game when I was young; I have often played at it." "A good education, you see, is never wasted," said Bonneville, laughing. "Count," said Petit-Pierre, "it isn't forbidden to speak, is it?" "On the contrary."