They feared everything, they feared always.

In fitful sleep, in the small hours, they heard their doors smashed in; their dreams were disturbed by cries and shrieks, by the din of bells, and the clash of weapons.
To these men Blondel seemed over confident.

But no one took on himself to gainsay him in his particular province, the superintendence of the guard; and though Baudichon sighed and Petitot shook his head, the word was left with him.

"Is that all, Messer Fabri ?" he asked.
"Yes, if we lay it to heart." "But I want to know," Baudichon struck in, puffing pompously, "what is to be done about--Basterga." "Basterga?
To be sure I was forgetting him," Fabri answered.

"What is to be done?
What do you say, Messer Blondel?
What are we to do about him ?" "I will tell you if you will tell me what the point is that touches him.
You forget, Messer Syndic"-- with a somewhat sickly smile--"that I was asleep." "The letter," Fabri replied, returning to it, "touches him seriously.