sharp-pointed snout. The Lord de Corasse called to his servants
to set the dogs on the ill-favoured creature, and kill it; but, as
the kennel was opened, the sow vanished away, and was never seen
afterwards. Then the Lord de Corasse returned pensive to his
chamber, fearing that the sow had indeed been Orthon!--and truly
Orthon never returned more to his bed-side. Within a year, the
Knight was dead!"

"Is it true, think you, Sanchez?"

"True! why, man, I have seen the Chateau de Corasse, seven leagues
from Orthes!"

"And what think you was Orthon?"

"It is not for me to say; but, you see, there are some who stand
fair in men's eyes, who have strange means of gaining intelligence!
It will be a merit to weigh down a score of rifled Priests, if we
can but circumvent a wizard such as this!"

"But he has brought his books! I saw that broad-faced Englishman
carry up a whole pile of them," cried Tristan, turning pale. "With
his books he will be enough to conjure us all into apes!"

"Now or never," said Sanchez, encouragingly.

"When all is still, I will go round and waken our comrades, while
you creep forth by the hole beneath the bartizan, and warn Clisson
that the secret passage is nought, but that when he sees a light
in old Montfort's turret--"