“To me then, monsieur,” said the Governor, stepping forward.
“To no man, my lord.”
“Then it must be taken from you;” and the Governor signed to the soldiers.
In a moment Gerard’s blade was out.
“Do you realize what you are doing, and where you are?” cried de Proballe. “Drawing upon the Governor of Morvaix?”
“Who dares to lay a hand on me may look to himself. I see your plan, monsieur,” said Gerard to de Proballe, with a bitter smile.
“Disarm him,” commanded the Governor, his eyes flashing. “This is treason against the constituted ruler, monsieur.”
“Gerard, Gerard!” cried Gabrielle in dire alarm.
“Come, Gabrielle, you must not interfere in this,” and de Proballe seized her hand and drew her aside.
Gerard sprang forward to interfere, but the soldiers interposed and prevented him.