They had ridden by way of the famed rock and he was satisfied all was in readiness—the scaffolding, the platform and the windlass with its pulley and rope. He had hoped to put a fright into the mute, but she had passed out, and it was Letyce who shivered uncomfortably. For effect, he reined to a halt outside the cottage of a village elder. “Brébeuf!” he shouted. The door creaked open and an elderly man appeared. “Milord?” “Tell the rabble they can rest easy. I have my virgin here safe in my arms. Make the bonfires and other celebrations ready. We want to ensure this is the best All Hallows’ Eve Carnac has ever seen.” Brébeuf brightened considerably, eyeing Letyce, then the girl in Malraux’s arms. “I’ll see to it, milord.” “Peasants are so predictable,” Malraux observed as they made their way into the courtyard of his home. Roget rushed out to meet them, taking Rosamunda from Malraux, who dismounted then regained his prize. “Follow me, demoiselle Revandel.
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