Then she rapidly explained her plan to him. The iron ladder extended downward to the wheel; once he had got that far he could climb down by means of the buckets and get into the boat, which was hidden in a recess. Then it would be an easy matter for him to reach the other bank of the stream and make his escape.
"But are there no sentinels?" said he.
"Only one, directly opposite here, at the foot of the first willow."
"And if he sees me, if he gives the alarm?"
Françoise shuddered. She placed in his hand a knife that she had brought down with her. They were silent.
"And your father—and you?" Dominique continued. "But no, it is not to be thought of; I must not fly. When I am no longer here those soldiers are capable of murdering you. You do not know them. They offered to spare my life if I would guide them into Sauval forest. When they discover that I have escaped their fury will be such that they will be ready for every atrocity."
The girl did not stop to argue the question. To all the considerations that he adduced, her one simple answer was: "Fly. For love of me, fly. If you love me, Dominique, do not linger here a single moment longer."
She promised that she would return to her bedroom; no one should know that she had assisted him. She concluded by folding him in her arms and smothering him with kisses, in an extravagant outburst of passion. He was vanquished. He put only one more question to her:
"Will you swear to me that your father knows what you are doing and that he counsels my flight?"
"It was my father who sent me to you," Françoise unhesitatingly replied.