And then they had passed the Calvary.
Michael's arm was close around Gabrielle, whilst Jéhan de Quernais' voice faltered as he spoke of their great fear and dread when they found the body of Père Mouet.
They had hesitated, indeed, as to whether they should not return to Kérnak at once, convinced that those they sought had been made prisoners.
Finally, however, they decided to ride quickly to the cave and return to the château if their search were in vain.
But it had not been in vain.
God be thanked for that!
It was a moment of emotion, not of convention.
That was why Cécile clung to Morice with no thought but that the man she loved had come back to her from the shadow of death.
And he could look down into her eyes without shame.
After all, Morice Conyers owed something to the Red Revolution. It had made a man of him.