other, and they forgot everything in that long embrace. “Ah, Françoise!” Dominique went on in low, caressing tones, “to-day is the fête of Saint Louis, our wedding-day, that we have been waiting for so long. Nothing has been able to keep us apart, for we are both here, faithful to our appointment, are we not? It is now our wedding morning.” [Pg 99] [Pg 99] “Yes, yes,” she repeated after him, “our wedding morning.” They shuddered as they exchanged a kiss. But suddenly she tore herself from his arms; the terrible reality arose before her eyes. “You must fly, you must fly,” she murmured breathlessly. “There is not a moment to lose.” And as he stretched out his arms in the darkness to draw her to him again, she went on in tender, beseeching tones: “Oh! listen to me, I entreat you. If you die, I shall die. In an hour it will be daylight. Go, go at once; I command you to go.” Then she rapidly explained her plan to him. The iron ladder extended downward to the wheel; once he had got so 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. [Pg 100] [Pg 100] “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.” Sauval
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