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loved so well. "This is no ordinary matter. It will try your utmost
love; perchance place your life in such deadly peril as you never faced
before. For I must ask of you what no one else would ever venture to
require--nor can I hold out before you the slightest reward, save my
deepest gratitude."
I gazed fixedly at her flushed face, scarcely comprehending the strange
words she spoke.
"What may all this be that you require--this sacrifice so vast that you
doubt me? Surely I have never stood a coward, a dastard in your sight?"
She stood erect, facing me, proudly confident in her power, with tears
still clinging to her long lashes.
"No! you wrong me uttering such a thought. I doubt you not, although I
might well doubt any other walking this earth. But listen, and you can
no longer question my words; this which I dare ask of you--because I
trust you--is _to save my husband_."
"Your husband?" The very utterance of the word choked me. "Your
husband? Save him from what? Where is he?"
"A prisoner to the Spaniards; condemned to die to-morrow at sunrise."
"His name?"
"Chevalier Charles de Noyan."
"Where confined?"
"Upon the flag-ship in the river."
I turned away and stood with my back to them both. I could no longer
bear to gaze upon her agonized face uplifted in such eager pleading,
such confiding trust; that one sweet face I loved as nothing else on
earth.
Save her husband! For the moment it seemed as if a thousand emotions
swayed me. What might it not mean if this man should die? His living
could only add infinitely to my pain; his death might insure my
happiness--at least he alone, as far as I knew, stood in the way. "To
die to-morrow!" The very words sounded sweet in my ears, and it would
be such an easy thing for me to promise her, to appear to do my very
best--and fail. "To die to-morrow!" The perspiration gathered in
drops upon my forehead as I wavered an instant to the tempting thought.
Then I shook the foul temptation from me. Merciful God! could I dream
of being such a dastard? Why not attempt what she asked? After all,
what was left for me in life, except to give her happiness?
The sound of a faint sob reached me, and wheeling instantly I stood at
her side.
"Madame de Noyan," I said with forced calmness, surprising myself, "I
will redeem my pledge, and either save your husband, or meet my fate at
his side."
Before I could prevent her action she had flung hers
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