"But where are we going?" I asked in bewilderment, "and what are we
going to do?"

"I do not know, my dear Edmond," he replied gaily. "It is enough for me
that Coligny leads. I warrant he has some brilliant scheme in his head."

From Montauban we marched up the Garonne to Toulouse, and finally found
ourselves at Narbonne, where we went into winter quarters. Roger was, of
course, with his own troop, but Felix and I were billeted in the same
house, much to our satisfaction.

After our long and painful march, the comfort which we met with at
Narbonne was exceedingly welcome, and week after week glided rapidly
away. Toward the end of the winter several hundred men came in from the
surrounding districts, and our army began to present quite a respectable
appearance.

Many conjectures were made as to our leader's intentions, but he kept
his own counsel, and even we of his household had no inkling of the
gigantic scheme forming in his mind. Some said he meant to establish a
separate kingdom in the south, to which those of the Religion in all
parts of the country would flock; but this idea was scouted by those who
knew his intense love of France. Besides, as Felix remarked, we should
have to abandon La Rochelle, and such a proceeding as that was
incredible.

"Into harness again, Edmond," exclaimed my comrade excitedly, one
morning, coming from his attendance on the Admiral. "Boot and saddle,
and the tented field once more. We leave Narbonne in a week; aren't you