“Anywhere out of the reach of their cackling. They’re going to meet again at mid-day for some more babble—babble. Why did you all leave Malincourt?”
“The Governor surrounded it and made two attempts to get it in the night.”
“These wise men say they waited on him after the firing and he assured them there was to be nothing more done, and that he intended simply to sit down before the maison and wait for you all to come out. To starve you out, that meant. He’s recalled all the search parties; you can see that for yourself.”
“Well, we’re out now, and want to leave the city.”
“Where are you to be found?”
“At Babillon’s house. You know that?”
“You’d have been safer in the maison. I’ll do this. I’ll try and find Babillon, and if I succeed in getting some one to vouch for you, will come to this house. You had better go there and explain things, and what mouthing numskulls these precious burghers are.”
“You’d better arrange some place of safety in case we have to leave Babillon’s and can’t get from the city.”
“You’ll be safe enough where you are, if what they say is true, that the Governor thinks you are all still in the maison and means to keep you there.”
“You’ll lose no time?”