Traitor and True: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
History
Traitor and True: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
France -- History -- Louis XIV, 1643-1715 -- Fiction
"Foregad!" he said to himself, "if I stay in here until the house is
closed, I am as like not to be unable to leave it. Therefore let me
consider what is best. Either to quit the house before it is shut up
for the night, to get to the stables and remain in them till all is
quiet and then steal away on 'Soupir'--she is fleet of foot and, once
off, none will catch us!--or wait here till all are gone to their beds
and take my chance of finding an exit? Which shall I do?"
Suddenly, however, he made his final decision. To stay here and risk
being unable to obtain that exit was folly. Better walk about the
streets for hours and then return and make his way to the stables and
obtain his horse--if the stables were not themselves made fast for the
night--than stay here to be shut in till the morning. Consequently, he
decided he would go in an hour's time if not sooner. And, also, it
might be best that then, if he could get into the stables, he should
saddle "Soupir," at once, lead her out gently, and, mounting her
without delay, ride forth out of the town. That he would have to pass
the gate he knew, but, with the passport he carried in his pocket
signed by D'Argenson for the King--the King whom, if possible, he went
forth to warn and save--this would be easy.
So that he should make no noise which might inform the woman he was
there, if at any minute she should return to the room next to him, he
took off his long boots and walked softly about seeking the few
necessaries which he must take with him: to wit, his rapier, his
pistols and cloak and hat. The other things he had with him, which
were contained in the little valise for strapping in front of the
saddle, he would leave behind. Jacquette, he knew, would understand in
the morning, when he was found to be missing, that he had purposely
left them and would see that they were placed in safe custody, while,
even if she did not do so, their loss would be no serious thing.
Humphrey went to the door now, turning the key back as softly as might
be so as to make no noise, and, next, took it from the inside and
inserted it in the lock on the outside and pushed the door-to without
shutting it, after which he drew his boots on once more and crept
softly out. Then he locked the door and, dropping the key into his
pocket, descended the stairs.
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