Gervais kicked him into fuller consciousness.
"Get up, hound. It is time to meet Martin."
The wretch scrambled shakily to his feet, and stood clutching the door-jamb and eying Gervais, terror writ large on his chalky countenance. Yet there was more than terror in his face; there was the look you see in the eyes of a trapped animal that watches its chance to bite. Yeux-gris cried out:
"You dare not send that man, Gervais."
"Why not?"
"Because the moment he is clear of the house he will betray you. Look at his face."
"He shall swear on the cross!"
"Aye. But you cannot trust the oath of such as he."
"What would you? We must send."
"As you will. But you are mad if you send him."