"They will hang him before to-morrow," said Christine.
"There are many hours yet before to-morrow," Jean answered. "I dropped into the garden, and have waited a long time. I did not want to climb to the wrong window. I was just going to break into the house, and bring my message, though I had to wake you from sleep to give it, when you looked down. In that moment the garden grew light, mademoiselle. You have your cloak on. Were you thinking of going out to-night?"
"Yes. To the castle to beg life for——"
"For Lemasle? I will do that."
"You! Who will listen to you?"
"Few know the castle as I do, mademoiselle. Friend Roger escaped from the South Tower, and the Captain shall not hang to-morrow, or, if he does, I will hang with him."
"That would be of small use to him," Christine said. "It would be company. Shall I take word to friend Roger that you will obey him?"
"Obey?"
"Indeed, he sent the message as though it were a command."
Christine slowly let the cloak slip from her shoulders. "Yes. I will obey. He sent no other message?"