"I shall follow you, Ronan. I am a slave and an orphan," answered Odille weeping. "What can I do? Where would you have me go, if not with you who speak to me with so much kindness?"
"Well, then, come with me, and dry your tears, little Odille. No tears are shed among the Vagres. You shall ride on one of the wagons of the villa in which our companions will carry the booty. Come, take my arm, and let us walk out, poor little child. We shall go whithersoever chance may take us!"
And seeing that the hermit was stepping towards him:
"Adieu, friend!"
"Ronan, I shall accompany you."
"Will you join us in running the Vagrery? You, a hermit? You among us, 'Wand'ring men,' 'Wolves,' 'Heads of Wolves,' Vagres that we are? A saint in the company of demons?"
"They that be whole need not the physician, but they that are sick."
"Monk, you are right!" said Cautin to him in a low voice. "You will not leave me alone in their hands? You will protect me against the Philistines?"
"It is my duty to render these people better than they are."
"Better! The sacrilegious scoundrels, who pillaged my villa, stole my beautiful goblets, my vases and all my money—"