Christopher came from Guer, and had a particular respect for Pontcalec, whose uncle Crysogon had been his seigneur.
"Nothing but what you know," he replied.
"Then go and fetch some wine."
"They wish to deaden their feelings," said the jailer to himself; "poor gentlemen."
Montlouis alone heard Christopher's remark, and he smiled sadly.
An instant afterward they heard steps rapidly approaching their room.
The door opened, and Christopher reappeared without any bottle in his hand.
"Well," said Pontcalec, "where is the wine?"
"Good news," cried Christopher, without answering Pontcalec's inquiry, "good news, gentlemen."
"What?" said Montlouis, starting. "Is the regent—dead?"