“In the stable, poor beast.”
“Well! go and fetch him, and return to me.”
“Yes, M. Chicot.”
And the monk went away as fast as he could, much astonished not to be followed by guards.
“Now, my son,” said Chicot, “keep twenty men for your own escort, and send ten with M. Crillon to the Hôtel d’Anjou and let them bring your-brother here.”
“Why?”
“That he may not escape a second time.”
“Did my brother——”
“Have you repented following my advice to-day?”
“No, par le mordieu.”