“Bah!” exclaimed Bourbon. “Nothing will satisfy them but the plunder of the city.”
“Will no consideration move you?” she cried. “Have you no pity for the innocent and the aged? Will you allow the temples of your religion to be destroyed and polluted?”
“My heart is steeled to pity,” rejoined Bourbon, sternly. “All your solicitations are in vain.”
“Then since you are deaf to all entreaties, tremble!” she cried. “Tremble! for Heaven's vengeance will alight upon you. Grace has been offered you, but you have cast it aside. But you will not enjoy your triumph. You will not enter the city.”
“Who shall prevent me?” demanded Bourbon.
“Heaven,” she rejoined. “Heaven will prevent you.”
“Were you a messenger from Heaven itself, you should not prevent me from being first to scale the walls,” said Bourbon. “This interview can lead to nothing, and must not be prolonged,” he added to Pomperant, “Conduct the Sister Marcelline through the camp, and place her where she may safely enter the city.”
“It shall be dene,” replied Pomperant,
He then withdrew with Marcelline. On reaching the outskirts of the camp, she said to him, “Are you determined to follow Bourbon?”
“To the last,” he rejoined. “If he is shot down, I will take his place.”