name!” he said, “or I shall leave my carcass here and those of all my men.”
A great tumult arose, in the midst of which even the noise of thunder could not have been heard. Gondy raised his hand and demanded silence. All were still.
“My children,” he said, “this is the Marechal de la Meilleraie, as to whose intentions you have been deceived and who pledges himself, on returning to the Louvre, to demand of the queen, in your name, our Broussel’s release. You pledge yourself to that, marshal?” added Gondy, turning to La Meilleraie.
“Morbleu!” cried the latter, “I should say that I do pledge myself to it!
I had no hope of getting off so easily.”