"On a night—let us say to-morrow before midnight, I will admit you and five men——"
"Why not more?"
"Harken, Messire, I have thought the plan out."
"Go on!—I am impatient to hear."
"It is you, Messire le Gros, who have interrupted me."
"Go on with your plan! If I do not approve, I will none of it. I am not going to run into a trap."
"A trap! Oh, Messire, how can you think of that?"
"Tell me your plan at once."
"It is this, Messire. I will let you in through the postern gate on the upper—the Vitrac—Sarlat Road, you and five men—no more. As many as you will need can be admitted later; they shall remain without till the castle is in your hands, and then two of your men who will tarry by the gate will unbar to them and let them all enter. But consider, Messire, it will not do to allow access to more than five at the outset—there are sentinels on the walls. I have no understanding with them, and they might see and give the alarm. If the alarm were given before you had obtained possession of the castle, then the whole expedition would be in vain. If you hold the castle you have the heart of La Roque Gageac in your hands."
"And you will admit us into the fortress?"