There was scarcely one whole unpatched garment among us,and three of my squires had but a spur apiece.To make up for this deficiency we mustered two black eyes,Fresnoy's included,and a broken nose.Matthew's nag lacked a tail,and,more remarkable still,its rider,as I presently discovered,was stone-deaf;while Mark's sword was innocent of a scabbard,and his bridle was plain rope.One thing,indeed,I observed with pleasure.The two men who had come with me looked askance at the two who had come with Fresnoy,and these returned the stare with interest.
On this division and on the length of my sword I based all my hopes of safety and of something more.On it I was about to stake,not my own life only--which was no great thing,seeing what my prospects were--but the life and honour of a woman,young,helpless,and as yet unknown to me.
Weighed down as I was by these considerations,I had to bear the additional burden of hiding my fears and suspicions under a cheerful demeanour.I made a short speech to my following,who one and all responded by swearing to stand by me to the death.Ithen gave the word,and we started,Fresnoy and I leading the way,Luke and John with the led horses following,and the other two bringing up the rear.
The rain continuing to fall and the country in this part being dreary and monotonous,even in fair weather,I felt my spirits sink still lower as the day advanced.The responsibility I was going to incur assumed more serious proportions each time Iscanned my following;while Fresnoy,plying me with perpetual questions respecting my plans,was as uneasy a companion as my worst enemy could have wished me.
'Come!'he grumbled presently,when we had covered four leagues or so,'you have not told me yet,sieur,where we stay to-night.
You are travelling so slowly that--'
'I am saving the horses,'I answered shortly.'We shall do a long day to-morrow.'
'Yours looks fit for a week of days,'he sneered,with an evil look at my Sardinian,which was,indeed,in better case than its master.'It is sleek enough,any way!'
'It is as good as it looks,'I answered,a little nettled by his tone.
'There is a better here,'he responded.
'I don't see it,'I said.I had already eyed the nags all round,and assured myself that,ugly and blemished as they were,they were up to their work.But I had discerned no special merit among them.I looked them over again now,and came to the same conclusion--that,except the led horses,which I had chosen with some care,there was nothing among them to vie with the Cid,either in speed or looks.I told Fresnoy so.
'Would you like to try?'he said tauntingly.
I laughed,adding,'If you think I am going to tire our horses by racing them,with such work as we have before us,you are mistaken,Fresnoy.I am not a boy,you know.'
'There need be no question of racing,'he answered more quietly.
'You have only to get on that rat-tailed bay of Matthew's to feel its paces and say I am right.'
I looked at the bay,a bald-faced,fiddle-headed horse,and saw that,with no signs of breeding,it was still a big-boned animal with good shoulders and powerful hips.I thought it possible Fresnoy might be right,and if so,and the bay's manners were tolerable,it might do for mademoiselle better than the horse Ihad chosen.At any rate,if we had a fast horse among us,it was well to know the fact,so bidding Matthew change with me,and be careful of the Cid,I mounted the bay,and soon discovered that its paces were easy and promised speed,while its manners seemed as good as even a timid rider could desire.
Our road at the time lay across a flat desolate heath,dotted here and there with,thorn-bushes;the track being broken and stony,extended more than a score of yards in width,through travellers straying to this side and that to escape the worst places.Fresnoy and I,in making the change,had fallen slightly behind the other three,and were riding abreast of Matthew on the Cid.
'Well,'he said,'was I not right?'
'In part,'I answered.'The horse is better than its looks.'
'Like many others,'he rejoined,a spark of resentment in his tone--'men as well as horses,M.de Marsac.But What do you say?
Shall we canter on a little and overtake the others?'
Thinking it well to do so,I assented readily,and we started together.We had ridden,however,no more than a hundred yards,and I was only beginning to extend the bay,when Fresnoy,slightly drawing rein,turned in his saddle and looked back.The next moment he cried,'Hallo!what is this?Those fellows are not following us,are they?'
I turned sharply to look.At that moment,without falter or warning,the bay horse went down under me as if shot dead,throwing me half a dozen yards over its head;and that so suddenly that I had no time to raise my arms,but,falling heavily on my head and shoulder,lost consciousness.
I have had many falls,but no other to vie with that in utter unexpectedness.When I recovered my senses I found myself leaning,giddy and sick,against the bole of an old thorn-tree.
