"May God forgive me if, in my zeal for my King, I am too remiss in His service." They rode on a little way in silence, for Father Jerome felt a slight qualm of conscience at his warlike proceedings, and Henri did not like to interrupt his meditations; but the Cure soon recovered himself.
"I shall have a goodly assemblage of followers," said he, "before I reach Coron.

Those from Echanbroignes will join us half-a-mile from the town.

There will be above two hundred from Echanbroignes." "Will there?
So many as that, think you ?" "They will muster certainly not short of two hundred.

Near seven hundred men will follow me into Coron on the evening of the 7th." "They will find provisions there in plenty--meat, bread, and wine.

They are not used to lie soft; they will not grumble at having clean straw to sleep on." "They shall grumble at nothing, my friend; if your care can supply them with food, well; if not, we will find bread enough among the townsfolk.
There is not a housewife in Coron, who would refuse me the contents of her larder." "The bullocks are ready for the butcher's axe in the stalls at Durbelliere, please your reverence," said Chapeau, who rode near enough to his master to take a part in the conversation as occasion offered.
"And the stone wine-jars are ready corked.