The party dismounted. One of the seconds took the box of pistols from the servants and ordered them to lead away the horses, and not to return until they heard pistol-shots. The principals then entered the part of the woods that seemed the thickest, and looked about them for a suitable spot. For the rest, as Roland had foreseen, the Bois was deserted; the approach of the dinner hour had called every one home.
They found a small open spot exactly suited to their needs. The seconds looked at Roland and Sir John. They both nodded their heads in approval.
“Is there to be any change?” one of the seconds asked Sir John.
“Ask M. de Montrevel,” replied Lord Tanlay; “I am entirely at his disposal.”
“Nothing,” said Roland.
The seconds took the pistols from the box and loaded them. Sir John stood apart, switching the heads of the tall grasses with his riding-whip.
Roland watched him hesitatingly for a moment, then taking his resolve, he walked resolutely toward him. Sir John raised his head and looked at him with apparent hope.
“My lord,” said Roland, “I may have certain grievances against you, but I know you to be, none the less, a man of your word.”
“You are right,” replied Sir John.
“If you survive me will you keep the promise that you made me at Avignon?”