[Saint Bartholomew’s Eve by G. A. Henty]@TWC D-Link bookSaint Bartholomew’s Eve CHAPTER 13: At Laville 13/29
I feel safe against surprise here; but I never retire to rest, without wondering whether the night will pass without the tenants' farms and stacks being set ablaze, and they and their families slaughtered on their own hearth stones." "I suppose, Francois," Philip said to him as they stood at the lookout, next morning, "there is not much doubt which way they would cross the hills, coming from Poitiers.
They would be almost sure to come by that road that we travelled by, when we went to Chatillon.
It comes down over the hills, two miles to the west. "There it is, you see.
You just catch sight of it, as it crosses that shoulder.
Your land does not go as far as that, does it ?" "No, it only extends a mile in that direction, and four miles in the other, and five miles out into the plain." "Are there many Huguenots on the other side of the hill ?" "Yes, there are some; but as you know, our strength is in the other direction.
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