"Now," said Tanchon, "state everything." "Do not fear; I will not forget those who have forgotten me;" but as he spoke, he cast another glance around.
While this was passing, the page, seizing the hand of Ernanton, cried, "Monsieur, take me in your arms, I beg you, and raise me above the heads of the people who prevent me from seeing." "Ah! you are insatiable, young man." "This one more service; I must see the condemned, indeed I must." Then, as Ernanton still hesitated, he cried, "For pity's sake, monsieur, I entreat you." Ernanton raised him in his arms at this last appeal, and was somewhat astonished at the delicacy of the body he held.

Just as Salcede had taken the pen, and looked round as we have said, he saw this young lad above the crowd, with two fingers placed on his lips.

An indescribable joy spread itself instantaneously over the face of the condemned man, for he recognized the signal so impatiently waited for, and which announced that aid was near.

After a moment's hesitation, however, he took the paper and began to write.
"He writes!" cried the crowd.
"He writes!" exclaimed Catherine.
"He writes!" cried the king, "and I will pardon him." Suddenly Salcede stopped and looked again at the lad, who repeated the signal.

He wrote on, then stopped to look once more; the signal was again repeated.
"Have you finished ?" asked Tanchon.
"Yes."-- "Then sign." Salcede signed, with his eyes still fixed on the young man.