As they came under Cazelles a shower of projectiles was launched upon them from above.
The peasants gave over the pursuit. They were incapable of keeping pace with the horses.
And now, as they fell back, down from the height came Jean del' Peyra with his men.
"Where is my father?" he asked eagerly, and looked round.
Old Ogier was nowhere to be seen.
"Search among the fallen!" ordered Jean in great alarm.
Every dead and dying man was examined.
Then came back a charcoal-burner, hot, for he had been running, and the sweat streaming over his face had washed it into streaks, like those that stain the face of the chalk cliffs.
"What—the Seigneur?" asked the man. "He is taken."
"Taken!"