“I will, general.”
“Because of his crimes, I have condemned that man; he must die.”
“Ah!” exclaimed Coeur-de-Roi, “the day of justice has come at last!”
“Will you undertake to execute my sentence, Coeur-de-Roi?”
“I will, general.”
“Go then, Coeur-de-Roi. Take the number of men you need; devise what stratagem you please, but reach the man, and strike.”
“If I die, general—”
“Fear not; the curate of Leguerno shall say enough masses in your behalf to keep your poor soul out of purgatory. But you will not die, Coeur-de-Roi.”
“That’s all right, general. Now that I am sure of the masses, I ask nothing more. I have my plan.”
“When will you start?”