Lambert of Limoux—"Let him in!—Let him in—He could arrive at no more opportune moment."
Hugues of Lascy—"Do you insist on trusting Montfort's life to that damned heretic? You are assuming a grave responsibility."
Lambert of Limoux—"I shall take him to Alyx of Montmorency.—It will be for her to decide in this grave emergency."
The soldier enters with Karvel the Perfect. The latter's physiognomy is stamped with his habitual serenity. He holds a little casket in one hand and salutes the knights in the chamber.
Lambert of Limoux (to Karvel)—"Follow me. I shall take you to Alyx of Montmorency, the worthy spouse of the Count of Montfort."
CHAPTER XI.
MONTFORT AND THE PERFECT.
Simon, Count of Leicester and of Montfort-L'Amaury lies on a bed in great agony. Alyx of Montmorency, a woman barely thirty years old, is on her knees near her husband's couch.
Lambert of Limoux introduces Karvel the Perfect to Alyx and withdraws, leaving him in the chamber.
Alyx of Montmorency (crossing herself, addresses the physician in a feeble voice)—"You have been long in coming. It may now be too late!"