“But there is a cross-road to the mountains,” remarked Hugues.
“True, if he could only find it,” she rejoined.
“I know it,” said Hugues. “Have you any horses, hostess?”
“I have, but I cannot spare them.”
“You mean, you dare not let us have them.”
“As you will. But you won't get horses in Saint-André, and I advise you not to stay longer than you can help in the neighbourhood.”
“We will follow your counsel, good dame,” said Pom-perant, as he and Bourbon rose from the table, and prepared for immediate departure. “Thanks for our entertainment,” he added, giving her a gold crown.
“This is too much,” she said.
“Keep it, it will bring you luck,” said the Constable. “If Bourbon comes back, show it to him.”
“Ah! I dread his coming back!” she exclaimed. “They say if Bourbon escapes, he will return at the head of an army of English and Spaniards, and slaughter us all, like so many sheep.”