Hark, there's Narcisse calling me. He will come after me.'

There was not a moment to lose. Berenger flew along a corridor,
and down a narrow winding stair, and across the kitchen; then
snatching at the arm of a boy of his own age whom he met at the
door, he gasped out, 'Come and help me catch Follet, Landry!' and
still running across an orchard, he pulled down a couple of apples
from the trees, and bounded into a paddock where a small rough
Breton pony was feeding among the little tawny Norman cows. The
animal knew his little master, and trotted towards him at his call
of 'Follet, Follet. Now be a wise Follet, and play me no tricks.
Thou and I, Follet, shall do good service, if thou wilt be steady.'

Follet made his advances, but with a coquettish eye and look, as if
ready to start away at any moment.

'Soh, Follet. I have no bread for thee, only two apples; but,
Follet, listen. There's my _beau-pere_ the Count, and the
Chevalier, all spite, and their whole troop of savage _gens
d'armes_, come out to fall upon the poor Huguenots, who are doing
no harm at all, only listening to a long dull sermon. And I am
much afraid my father is there, for he went out his hawk on his
wrist, and he never does take Ysonde for any real sport, as thou
and I would do, Follet. He says it is all vanity of vanities. But
thou know'st, if they caught him at the _preche_ they would call it
heresy and treason, and all sorts of horrors, and any way they
would fall like demons on the poor Huguenots, Jacques and all--
thine own Jacques, Follet. Come, be a loyal pony, Follet. Be at
least as good as Eustacie.'