"Even a priest may be mistaken, mademoiselle," Father Bertrand said slowly. "I came to talk to you about the Duke. Already they do not love him in Vayenne."
"And you, father?"
The priest went to the door, opened it quickly to surprise any listener there might be, then closed it again, and stepped to Christine's side.
"His friends were chiefly his friends because of you, mademoiselle. They thought you believed in Roger Herrick, that he had your support. At your word Vayenne would rise to-morrow."
Christine did not answer for a moment. Her power suddenly frightened her. Then she said slowly:
"I will listen attentively to all you have to say, Father Bertrand. You find me a prisoner and in the mood to be rebellious."
And the room grew dark as the priest talked, yet she did not call for lights.