We gained the road without let or hindrance,whence a sharp burst in the moonlight soon brought us to the village.Through this we swept on to the inn,almost running over the four evangelists,whom we found standing at the door ready for the saddle.I bade them,in a quick peremptory tone,to get to horse,and was overjoyed to see them obey without demur or word of Fresnoy.In another minute,with a great clatter of hoofs,we sprang clear of the hamlet,and were well on the road to Melle,with Poitiers some thirteen leagues before us.I looked back,and thought Idiscerned lights moving in the direction of the chateau;but the dawn was still two hours off,and the moonlight left me in doubt whether these were real or the creatures of my own fearful fancy.
I remember,three years before this time,on the occasion of the famous retreat from Angers--when the Prince of Conde had involved his army beyond the Loire,and saw himself,in the impossibility of recrossing the river,compelled to take ship for England,leaving every one to shift for himself--I well remember on that occasion riding,alone and pistol in hand,through more than thirty miles of the enemy's country without drawing rein.But my anxieties were then confined to the four shoes of my horse.The dangers to which I was exposed at every ford and cross road were such as are inseparable from a campaign,and breed in generous hearts only a fierce pleasure,rarely to be otherwise enjoyed.
And though I then rode warily,and where I could not carry terror,had all to fear myself,there was nothing secret or underhand in my business.
It was very different now.During the first few hours of our flight from Chize I experienced a painful excitement,an alarm,a feverish anxiety to get forward,which was new to me;which oppressed my spirits to the very ground;which led me to take every sound borne to us on the wind for the sound of pursuit,transforming the clang of a hammer on the anvil into the ring of swords,and the voices of my own men into those of the pursuers.
It was in vain mademoiselle rode with a free hand,and leaping such obstacles as lay in our way,gave promise of courage and endurance beyond my expectations.I could think of nothing but the three long day's before us,with twenty-four hours to every day,and each hour fraught with a hundred chances of disaster and ruin.
In fact,the longer I considered our position--and as we pounded along,now splashing through a founderous hollow,now stumbling as we wound over a stony shoulder,I had ample time to reflect upon it--the greater seemed the difficulties before us.The loss of Fresnoy,while it freed me from some embarrassment,meant also the loss of a good sword,and we had mustered only too few before.The country which lay between us and the Loire,being the borderland between our party and the League,had been laid desolate so often as to be abandoned to pillage and disorder of every kind.The peasants had flocked into the towns.Their places had been taken by bands of robbers and deserters from both parties,who haunted the ruined villages about Poitiers,and preyed upon all who dared to pass.To add to our perils,the royal army under the Duke of Nevers was reported to be moving slowly southward,not very far to the left of our road;while a Huguenot expedition against Niort was also in progress within a few leagues of us.
With four staunch and trustworthy comrades at my back,I might have faced even this situation with a smile and a light heart;but the knowledge that my four knaves might mutiny at any moment,or,worse still,rid themselves of me and all restraint by a single treacherous blow such as Fresnoy had aimed at me,filled me with an ever-present dread;which it taxed my utmost energies to hide from them,and which I strove in vain to conceal from mademoiselle's keener vision.
Whether it was this had an effect upon her,giving her a meaner opinion of me than that which I had for a while hoped she entertained,or that she began,now it was too late,to regret her flight and resent my part in it,I scarcely know;but from daybreak onwards she assumed an attitude of cold suspicion towards me,which was only less unpleasant than the scornful distance of her manner when she deigned,which was seldom,to address me.
Not once did she allow me to forget that I was in her eyes a needy adventurer,paid by her friends to escort her to a place of safety,but without any claim to the smallest privilege of intimacy or equality.When I would have adjusted her saddle,she bade her woman come and hold up her skirt,that my hands might not touch its hem even by accident.And when I would have brought wine to her at Melle,where we stayed for twenty minutes,she called Fanchette to hand it to her.She rode for the most part in her mask;and with her woman.One good effect only her pride and reserve had;they impressed our men with a strong sense of her importance,and the danger to which any interference with her might expose them.
The two men whom Fresnoy had enlisted I directed to ride a score of paces in advance.Luke and John I placed in the rear.In this manner I thought to keep them somewhat apart.For myself,Iproposed to ride abreast of mademoiselle,but she made it so clear that my neighbourhood displeased her that I fell back,leaving her to ride with Fanchette;and contented myself with plodding at their heels,and striving to attach the later evangelists to my interests.
