Under the Red Robe Page #3

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You are the guest of the Duke of Foix

until you recover.

How can I thank you, madame?

Louis, take this man to the tower.

See that he has a warm bath

and send him some drier clothes.

You are too kind, madame.

Thank me tomorrow.

- Good night.

- Good night.

This is my sister-in-law.

Mademoiselle.

He called you 'madame'!

He thought you were Edmond's wife!

And he took you for the duke's sister!

Not a very clever spy.

You think he's a spy?

No good ever came out of that river!

I'd've thrown him back!

Do you believe his story?

Not a word of it!

Nor any man's for that matter.

Never did.

I must find out about this man.

Jean, I want you to go up.

At once.

Ow, you're hurting me!

Don't touch me again.

Why are you staring at me?

I don't need you.

Get out of here.

Don't you understand?

Are you deaf?

Get out!

Why doesn't he speak?

He is dumb, sir.

He has no tongue.

When the cardinal's people took

Larouchelle, they spared his life.

But cut out his tongue.

Why?

He was a spy, sir.

Dangerous trade.

Very dangerous, sir.

Very.

He have to set up the cause.

But we are not murderers.

But we did not touch a hair on his head,

my lady! I swear!

You did not attack him?

No!

Nor push him in the river?

No!

Was he alone?

He had a servant with him.

He had forgotten to mention that.

Did he know he was near the castle?

Yes, madame.

What did he say?

He asked for a guide to the passe.

He said he was on his way to Spain.

To Spain?

I didn't say a word about him.

I never thought he'd get here.

Better here than on his way to Spain.

That's all. Thank you.

But wait!

Send a pigeon to Paris.

Find out if they know anything about

a man who calls himself Reymond de Vas.

Raymond de Vas?

Very well, my lady.

You wish the candle out, sir?

No, no.

There you go.

Come, are you asleep?

Can we allow him to cross the border?

Yes. We're strong.

He might kill him!

Yes.

He has a servant.

Who will probably tear over to Rome

if he thinks we will strike.

And take his crown.

What shall we do?

We'll write to Edmond and ask him.

Until we have his answer...

...we'll keep the man here.

He should be under lock and key.

But he won't get far

with the guard watching.

Supper is served, Your Grace.

Just one moment, Louis.

Go out! He's coming!

What are you looking for?

Can I be frank, madame?

You'll have to be.

You will think me very ungrateful.

Possibly.

- You will never forgive me.

- Maybe.

You have made a remarkable recovery.

Yes.

A strange feat to explore the house at

night, tell me what you are looking for?

Food, madame.

Food?

We'll certainly not let you die

of hunger here.

Louis, the gentleman

will have supper with us.

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