“I think your highness need not depart till morning,” said Lallières; “but if you are resolved to go, I will order horses for you.”
“Do so, my good friend,” replied Bourbon. “If I remain, my retreat may be cut off.”
Lallières then quitted the chamber to give the necessary orders, and Bourbon was discussing his route with the others, when their host reappeared, his looks proclaiming alarm.
“What has happened?” demanded the Constable.
“The Seigneur Perot de Warthy is at the castle gate and demands admittance in the king's name,” replied Lallières. “He has a troop of archers with him.”
“Warthy here!” exclaimed Bourbon, turning pale. “Then there is good reason for apprehension.”
“How will your highness have me act?” said Lallières. “You have only to command. I am ready to lay down my life for you. Shall I refuse him admittance?”
“No,” replied Bourbon, after a moment's reflection. “Escape would then be impossible. I know the man. He will post himself before the castle, and allow no one to pass forth from the gates. Admit him. You can find some place of concealment for us.”
“Easily,” replied Lallières. And touching a spring in the oak wainscoting a secret panel flew open, disclosing a narrow passage constructed within the wall. “That passage will lead you to a chamber known only to myself and my intendant, where you will be perfectly safe. I will come to you anon.”
“Enough,” replied Bourbon. And, taking up the lamp, he passed through the secret door with the others.