"You will not oppose the Queen's officers?"
"De la Foret is under my roof. He must be taken. I will give him up to no one; and I'll tell my sovereign these things when I see her in her palace."
"I misdoubt you'll play the bear," said Pawlett, with a dry smile.
"The Queen's tongue is none so tame. I'll travel by my star, get sweet or sour."
"Well, well, 'give a man luck, and throw him into the sea,' is the old proverb. I'm coming for your friend to-night."
"I'll be waiting with my fingers on the door, sir," said Rozel, with a grim vanity and an outrageous pride in himself.
CHAPTER V
The Seigneur of Rozel found De la Foret at the house of M. Aubert. His face was flushed with hard riding, and perhaps the loving attitude of Michel and Angele deepened it, for at the garden gate the lovers were saying adieu.
"You have come for Monsieur de la Foret?" asked Angele anxiously. Her quick look at the Seigneur's face had told her there were things amiss.
"There's commands from the Queen. They're for the ears of De la Foret," said the Seigneur.