The student sat up in bed.
"Up with you, and dress yourself," said the jailer's harsh voice; and Aubry could see by the light of the torch he held, the halberds of two of the provost's guards behind him.
The second branch of his order was unnecessary; as the student's bed was entirely unprovided with bedclothes, he had lain down completely dressed.
"Where do you propose to take me, pray?" demanded Jacques, still asleep with one eye.
"You are very inquisitive," said the jailer.
"But I would like to know."
"Come, come; no arguing, but follow me."
Resistance was useless, so the prisoner obeyed.
The jailer walked first, then came Aubry, and the two guards brought up the rear of the procession.
Jacques looked around with an inquietude which he did not seek to conceal. He feared a nocturnal execution; but one thing comforted him, he saw no priest or hangman.