Recognition awoke in the Jacobin's eye. “Ah, my lords of Spain! What brings you northward?”
Gaspard was by his side, while Champernoun a pace behind was abreast the minister.
“ To see the completion of the good work begun this morning.”
“ You have come the right road. I go to k****e the north to a holy emulation. That heretic dog behind is a Picard, and I bring him to Amiens that he may perish there as a warning to his countrymen.”
“ So?” said Gaspard, and at the word the Huguenot's horse, pricked stealthily by Champernoun's sword, leaped forward and dashed in fright up the hill, its rider sitting stiff as a doll in his bonds. The Jacobin cried out and the soldiers made as if to follow, but Gaspard's voice checked them. “Let be. The beast will not go far. I have matters of importanc
