"I' faith, messieurs, I thank you," said the prisoner, "for you came just in time to prevent my being devoured by these cannibals; it was very well done of you. _Peste!_ if they eat men up in this way, on the day that the royal army attempts an assault upon your city they will devour it raw." With that he shrugged his shoulders carelessly and began to laugh. "Ah! he's a brave man!" cried the crowd, observant of the somewhat artificial calmness of the prisoner; and they repeated the pleasantry, which flattered his self-esteem. "He's a true hero! he's not afraid. Long live the governor of Braune!" "Gad, yes!" cried the prisoner, "long live the governor of Braune! That would suit me wonderfully well." In a twinkling the popular rage changed to admiration, and this last sentiment was expressed in most emphatic terms. A veritable ovation took the place of the threatened martyrdom of the governor of Braune, in other words, of our old friend Cauvignac. For as our readers have undoubtedly guessed ere this, it was Cauvignac who was making this melancholy entry into the capital of Guyenne. Meanwhile, protected by his guards, and by his presence of mind, the prisoner of war was taken to the house of Président Lalasne, and was haled before the princess by half of the escort, while the other half stood guard at the door. Cauvignac entered Madame de Condé's apartment with proud and tranquil bearing; but truth compels us to state that his heart was beating wildly beneath this heroic exterior. At the first glance he was recognized, despite the deplorable condition in which the mob had left his fine blue coat, his gold lace, and his feather. "Monsieur Cauvignac!" cried Lenet. "Monsieur Cauvignac, governor of Braune!" added the princess. "Ah! monsieur, this much resembles downright treason." "What said your Highness?" queried Cauvignac, realizing that now, if ever, he must summon to his aid all his impudence, and all his wit. "I thought that I heard the word 'treason'!" "Yes, monsieur, treason; for what is this title under which you appear before me?" "The title of governor of Braune, madame." "Treason, as you see. By whom is your commission signed?" "By Monsieur de Mazarin." "Treason! two-fold treason, as I said! You are governor of Braune, and it was your company that surrendered Vayres; the title was the fitting reward of the base deed." At these words Cauvignac's face expressed the most unbounded amazement. He looked all about, as if seeking the person to whom this extraordinary language was addressed; and convinced at last that the princess's accusation was aimed at no other than himself, he let his hands fall by his sides with a despairing gesture. "My company surrendered Vayres!" he exclaimed. "Does your Highness make such a charge against me?"