Torches flared, killing the white charm of the moonlight with their sickly rays.
"Aux armes——"
A burst of laughter, followed by fierce shouting, checked the song.
The men of Kérnak had come in sight of the Calvary, and those who now stood awaiting them there.
CHAPTER XXXI
THE CALVARY ON THE MOORS
"A cold night, Mesdames, for a walk. Your blood needs warming."
The mocking voice of their leader evoked another roar of laughter from the rest.
They were new to their role, those others, and Madame de Quernais had always been one to command much respect and awe as the great lady of the place. Now it was strange, and a little awe-inspiring, too, to see her standing there, facing them so quietly.