Four lusty arquebusiers escorted the Jacobin.

But the sixth man was no priest.

He was a Huguenot minister whom Gaspard remembered with Conde's army, an elderly frail man bound with cruel thongs to a horse's back and his legs tethered beneath its belly.
Recognition awoke in the Jacobin's eye.

"Ah, my lords of Spain! What brings you northward ?" Gaspard was by his side, while Champernoun a pace behind was abreast the minister.
"To see the completion of the good work begun this morning." "You have come the right road.

I go to kindle the north to a holy emulation.