“Ha! Does he?”

“Bidding them do at Angers as his Majesty has done in Paris?”

The men broke into cries of execration. “But he shall not see Angers!” they swore. “The blood that he has shed shall choke him by the way! And as he would do to others it shall be done to him.”

La Tribe shuddered as he listened, as he looked. Try as he would, the thirst of these men for vengeance appalled him.

“How?” he said. “He has a score and more with him and you are only six.”

“Seven now,” Tignonville answered with a smile.

“True, but—”

“And he lies to-night at La Flèche? That is so?”

“It was his intention this morning.”

“At the old King’s Inn at the meeting of the great roads?”