Julie would climb a buttress of the ancient keep when their guide had gone on with the others, and Peter went up after her.

She was as lissom as a boy and seemingly as strong, swinging up by roots of ivy and the branches of a near tree, in no wise impeded by her short skirts.

From the top one had, indeed, a glorious view.

The weather had cleared somewhat, and one could see every bit of the old castle below, the village at its feet, and the forest across the little stream out of which the Duke of Mayenne's infantry had debouched that day of battle from which the village took its name.
"They had some of the first guns in the castle, which was held for Henry of Navarre," explained Peter, "and they did great execution.

I suppose they fired one stone shot in about every five minutes, and killed a man about every half-hour.