“You are trembling, sweetheart.”
“It is for you, dearest. If we were but free of this dreadful place!”
“Courage, dear one; all will come right.”
“Pray God it may,” she said fervently. “What peril I have caused you.”
“Nay, it is I who have brought you to this pass. But you may trust Dubois to carry us through.”
“It is you I trust, Gerard. Ah! something is happening!”
Pierre was right in anticipating trouble. As they neared the gate they heard the voices of several men.
“Assembling for the change of guard, monsieur,” he whispered to Dubois. “They will let me pass, and I shall say you are one of the new officers who joined the Castle force recently.”
“I am one, Pierre.”
“I thought as much,” was the pithy reply. “Some of your men may be amongst them. But I know not what to do.”