tower, admitting into the sanctuary of learning a man of arms whose
stalwart appearance was in keeping with that of his master. This man,
scarcely awakened, seemed to have walked there by instinct; the horn
lantern which he held in his hand threw so feeble a gleam down the
long library that his master and he appeared in that visible darkness
like two phantoms.

"Saddle my war-horse instantly, and come with me yourself."

This order was given in a deep tone which roused the man's
intelligence. He raised his eyes to those of his master and
encountered so piercing a look that the effect was that of an electric
shock.

"Bertrand," added the count laying his right hand on the servant's
arm, "take off your cuirass, and wear the uniform of a captain of
guerrillas."

"Heavens and earth, monseigneur! What? disguise myself as a Leaguer!
Excuse me, I will obey you; but I would rather be hanged."

The count smiled; then to efface that smile, which contrasted with the
expression of his face, he answered roughly:--

"Choose the strongest horse there is in the stable and follow me. We
shall ride like balls shot from an arquebuse. Be ready when I am
ready. I will ring to let you know."

Bertrand bowed in silence and went away; but when he had gone a few
steps he said to himself, as he listened to the howling of the