"And from the South Tower," muttered Lemasle.
"I ask nothing better than to strike a blow in your defence, mademoiselle," said Herrick.
She looked at him curiously for a moment, as even she had looked at him last night when he had picked up the fallen whip.
"I have no mercy for spies and traitors," she said slowly, "but prove yourself honest, and I may find a way to reward you."
Herrick did not answer, but stood with bowed head as she passed out of the room.
[CHAPTER VI]
AT THE CLEARING IN THE FOREST