hallenge of a
sentry.
"It is the relief," I said. "Quick!"
They waved their hands to me and sped like sprites along the gallery;
and I waited, wondering what more the night would bring forth.
In about ten minutes the relief came up; and M. de Tolendal, who was in
charge, was so eager to get back to the masquerade that he made no
inquiries, and got off as soon as possible, dismissing me at the same
time. I let monsieur hurry back along the gallery, following at a slow
pace behind him, until I came to the steps that led down to the
battlements, and passing through the archway reached the place
appointed by Le Brusquet. Here I found the two awaiting me in the
shadow of the donjon, and Le Brusquet said: "Here is your hood and
mask. I kept them here to save trouble in carrying them. Remember
that mademoiselle is the double of the Queen and you of De Lorgnac.
And now away with you; I have other fish to fry." With this he ran up
the stairway, and entered the Philippine.
"Mademoiselle," I asked, "can you guess what this means?"
"No, monsieur. All that I know is that it is the Queen's command, and
that we are to be there by midnight."
"It will be that soon, so come."
She put her arm in mine, and we hastened along the edge of the
battlements. We could hear music now; and as we went on the strains
grew louder and louder, and at last we stood on the parapet overlooking
the Ladies' Terrace. Beneath us stretched the gardens of the palace,
and thousands of lights glowed, in many-coloured radiance, from within
the foliage of the trees wherein they were set; or, raised high in the
air, burned in rainbow-hued arches and fantastic loops and curves.
Beneath these lights, in and out of the shrubberies, amongst the
parterres, in the shadows and in the light, was an ever-moving crowd
and the continuous hum of voices, and now and again merry ripples of
laughter came to us as we watched from above. A little beyond, to the
right, the facade of the audience hall was ablaze with light, and on
the broad flight of steps leading to the main entrance were gay groups,
the rich colouring of their dresses--orange, red, gold, and
purple--making them appear in the distance like masses of gorgeous
flowers.
We were soon in the crowd below, making our way towards the audience
hall; but our progress was not rapid, for time after time a mask or a
group of hooded revellers stopped us; but with light words and merry
jests we put the
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