As he more than half expected, the very importunity staggered opposition.
"His Majesty is asleep; you cannot pass——"
"His orders are imperative—sleeping or waking—any hour by day or by night. Who is on guard?"
"Monsieur de Saint-Pierre."
"Send for him, then. Stir yourself, my man, and don't stand there gaping like a fish."
But Saint-Pierre had already heard the altercation, and at the rasp of his spurs on the flags Molembrais turned sharply. Quick to note the richer dress he drew his own conclusion. Waiting for neither question nor explanation he again held out the signet.
"Monsieur de Saint-Pierre, we must see the King at once—at once, you understand. Here is my authority."
"But I do not know you? No stranger can——"
"But you know this!" Molembrais cut him short. "Do you think I have risked my neck galloping these accursed roads all night to be delayed now just because you do not know me? Is it the King's signet or is it not?"
"Pass, then," said Saint-Pierre reluctantly. "Does Monsieur La Mothe go with you?"