For the first time the possibility of flight occurred to me.
The rough Auvergne hills were within reach.

Supposing we could get a lead of a quarter of a league, we could hardly be caught before darkness came and covered us.

Why should we not put spurs to our horses and ride off?
"Impossible!" said Pavannes quietly, when I spoke.
"Why ?" I asked with warmth.
"Firstly," he replied, "because I have given my word to go with the Vidame to Cahors." My face flushed hotly.

But I cried, "What of that?
You were taken by treachery! Your safe conduct was disregarded.

Why should you be scrupulous?
Your enemies are not.