"You would go to your death."
"If I care not, who is there to hinder me on that score?"
"It might be done," said Lemasle; "indeed it might, mademoiselle. You and I could follow to the city. They will not harm you, and you would not go to the castle, where at present you might be unwelcome."
"I might go to the Countess Elisabeth, and——"
"And from thence let it be known that you were for Duke Maurice," cried Lemasle. "Faith, I see the Count 'twixt devil and deep sea already."
"We talk folly," said Christine.
"You must lend me a horse, Lemasle," said Herrick. "I must be there without delay. You must come slower, at mademoiselle's stirrup, unless you chance on a mount on the forest road."
"I'll see to it at once."
"No; it is folly," said Christine; but Lemasle had already gone.
"Won't you accept my service, mademoiselle?" said Herrick.