France -- History -- Louis IX, 1226-1270 -- Juvenile fiction
"They will not let me stay here long, you may be sure of that," said
Louis. "As soon as they hear that you have carried me off, they will
take me away from you."
"I hope so, indeed," said the robber, laughing; "and if I had not
thought that they would take you from me, I should not have taken the
trouble to capture you."
"Oh, I know what you mean," said the boy. "You expect them to ransom
me."
"I most certainly do," replied the other.
"But they will not do it," cried Louis. "They will come with soldiers
and take me from you!"
"We shall see," returned the robber.
It was almost dark when, by many winding and sometimes almost invisible
paths through the forest, the party reached a collection of rude huts,
which his capture; but this matter did not enter his mind. He went to
sleep with the feeling that what he wanted now was a good night's rest,
and that, in some way or other, all would be right on the morrow.
Michol, the captain of the band, was very plain-spoken, the next
morning, in telling Louis his plans in regard to him. "I know well," he
said, "that your mother is able to pay a handsome ransom for you, and,
if she is so hard-hearted that she will not do it, I can depend on
Barran. He will not let a page from his castle pine away in these woods,
for the sake of a handful of gold."
"My mother is not hard-hearted," said Louis, "and I am not going to pine
away, no matter how long you keep me. Do you intend to send to my mother
to-day?"
"Not so soon as that," replied Michol. "I shall let her have time to
feel what a grievous thing it is to have a son carried away to the heart
of the forest, where she can never find him, and where he must stay,
month after month and year after year, until she pays his worthy captors
what she thinks the boy is worth."
"I'll tell you what I'll do," said Louis. "If you will give me my horse
and my falcon, which your men have taken from me, and will let me have
again my dagger, I will go to Viteau, myself, and tell my mother about
the ransom; and I promise you that she will send you all the money she
can afford to spend for me in that way. And, if there is no one else to
bring it,—for our men might be afraid to venture among so many
robbers,—I shall bring it myself, on my way back to Barran's castle. I
am not afraid to come."
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