“Do you think that she has naught to do but listen to messages from a gang of bandits?”
“If she does not listen she will repent it all her life!” the fellow answered hardily. “That is part of my message.”
There was a pause while La Tribe considered the matter. In the end, “From whom do you come?” he asked.
“From His Excellency the Lieutenant-Governor of Saumur,” the envoy answered glibly, “and from my Lord Bishop of Angers, him assisting by his Vicar; and from others gathered lawfully, who will as lawfully depart if their terms are accepted. Also from M. de Tignonville, a gentleman, I am told, of these parts, now in their hands and adjudged to die at sunset this day if the terms I bring be not accepted.”
There was a long silence on the gate. The men looked down fixedly; not a feature of one of them moved, for no one was surprised. “Wherefore is he to die?” La Tribe asked at last.
“For good cause shown.”
“Wherefore?”
“He is a Huguenot.”
The minister nodded. “And the terms?” Carlat muttered.
“Ay, the terms!” La Tribe repeated, nodding afresh. “What are they?”
“They are for Madame’s ear only,” the messenger made answer.
“Then they will not reach it!” Carlat broke forth in wrath. “So much for that! And for yourself, see you go quickly before we make a target of you!”
“Very well, I go,” the envoy answered sullenly. “But”
“But what?” La Tribe cried, gripping Carlat’s shoulder to quiet him. “But what? Say what you have to say, man! Speak out, and have done with it!”
