He is as foul a traitor as you'll find in France; but for the moment God bless him for a very opportune knave.

Gilles!" I called, throwing wide the door.

"Gilles!" "Monseigneur," he answered, hastening to me.
"Put back the carriages and saddle me a horse," I commanded.

"And bid your fellows mount at once and await me in the courtyard.

We are not going to Beaugency, Gilles.