"Scaring themselves about dying of hunger if you blockade the town.
In order to procure provisions General Hatry intends to carry off the supplies at Grandchamp. The general is to command the raid in person; and, to act more quickly, only a hundred men are to go."
"Are you tired, Benedicite?"
"Never, general."
"And your horse?"
"He came fast, but he can do twelve or fifteen miles more without killing himself."
"Give him two hours' rest, a double feed of oats, and make him do thirty."
"On those conditions he can do them."
"Start in two hours. Be at Grandchamp by daybreak. Give the order in my name to evacuate the village. I'll take care of General Hatry and his column. Is that all you have to say?"
"No, I heard other news."
"What is it?"
"That Vannes has a new bishop."
"Ha! so they are giving us back our bishops?"
"So it seems; but if they are all like this one, they can keep them."
"Who is he?"
"Audrein!"
"The regicide?"
"Audrein the renegade."
"When is he coming?"
"To-night or to-morrow."
"I shall not go to meet him; but let him beware of falling into my men's hands."
Benedicite and Coeur-de-Roi burst into a laugh which completed Cadoudal's thought.
"Hush!" cried Cadoudal.
The three men listened.
"This time it is probably he," observed Georges.
The gallop of a horse could be heard coming from the direction of La Roche-Bernard.
"It is certainly he," repeated Coeur-de-Roi.
"Then, my friends, leave me alone. You, Benedicite, get to Grandchamp as soon as possible. You, Coeur-de-Roi, post thirty men in the courtyard; I want messengers to send in different directions. By the way, tell some one to bring the best that can be got for supper in the village."
"For how many, general?"
"Oh! two."
"Are you going out?"
"No, only to meet the man who is coming."
Two or three men had already taken the horses of the messengers into the courtyard. The messengers themselves disappeared.
Georges reached the gate on the street just as a horseman, pulling up his horse, looked about him and seemed to hesitate.
"He is here, sir," said Georges.
"Who is here?"
"He whom you seek."
"How do you know whom I am seeking?"
"I presume it is Georges Cadoudal, otherwise called Round-head."
"Exactly."
"Then I bid you welcome, Monsieur Roland de Montrevel, for I am the person you seek."
"Ah, ah!" exclaimed the young man, amazed.
Then, dismounting, he looked about as if for some one to take his mount.
"Throw the bridle over your horse's neck, and don't be uneasy about him.
You will find him when you want him. Nothing is ever lost in Brittany; you are in the land of honesty."
The young man made no remark, threw the bridle over his horse's neck as he had been told, and followed Cadoudal, who walked before him.
"Only to show you the way, colonel," said the leader of the Chouans.
They both entered the cottage, where an invisible hand had just made up the fire.
CHAPTER XXXII. WHITE AND BLUE