[Saint Bartholomew’s Eve by G. A. Henty]@TWC D-Link bookSaint Bartholomew’s Eve CHAPTER 7: A Rescue 29/40
What was meant we could not imagine.
We supposed we were going to be led before some tribunal; but why they should arm us, before taking us there, was more than we could imagine. "We met in the courtyard of the prison, and were stupefied at seeing our horses saddled and bridled there, and Monsieur De Merouville and his wife already mounted.
Two unarmed troopers were also there, and this gentleman, who said sourly: "'Mount, sirs, I am going to lead you to your friends.' "We looked at each other, to see if we were dreaming, but you may imagine we were not long in leaping into our saddles. "This gentleman has not been communicative.
In fact, by his manner, I should say he is deeply disgusted at the singular mission with which he was charged; and on the ride here Francois, Monsieur de Merouville, and myself have exhausted ourselves in conjectures as to how this miracle has come about." "Wait two or three minutes longer," Philip said, with a smile. "When you get to yonder trees, you will receive an explanation." Francois and Monsieur D'Arblay gazed in surprise at the figures of nine men, all in scanty raiments, wrapped up in cloaks, and evidently guarded by the men-at-arms, who set up a joyous shout as they rode in.
Monsieur de Merouville uttered an exclamation of astonishment, as he recognized the dreaded personages collected together in such a plight. "Monsieur de Merouville," Philip said, "I believe you know these gentlemen by sight. "Monsieur D'Arblay and Francois, you are not so fortunate as to be acquainted with them; and I have pleasure in introducing to you the President of the Parliament of Toulouse, the Judge of the High Court, and other councillors, all gentlemen of consideration.
<<Back Index Next>> D-Link book Top TWC mobile books
|