"This man," continued the general, with the utmost calmness, "is to die.
Seeing that society did not condemn him, I have condemned him."
"What! Die at La Roche-Bernard, in the midst of the Republicans; in spite of his bodyguard of assassins and executioners?"
"His hour has struck; he is to die."
Cadoudal pronounced these words with such solemnity that no doubt remained in Roland's mind, not only as to the sentence, but also the execution of it. He was thoughtful for an instant.
"And you believe that you have, the right to judge and condemn that man, guilty as he is?"
"Yes; for that man has judged and condemned, not the guilty but the innocent."
"If I said to you: 'On my return to Paris I will demand the arrest and trial of that man,' would you not trust my word?"
"I would trust your word; but I should say to you: 'A maddened wild beast escapes from its cage, a murderer from his prison; men are men, subject to error. They have sometimes condemned the innocent, they might spare the guilty.' My justice is more certain than yours, colonel, for it is the justice of God. The man will die."
"And by what right do you claim that your justice, the justice of a man liable to error like other men, is the justice of God?"
"Because I have made God a sharer in that justice. Oh! my condemnation of that man is not of yesterday."
"How do you mean?"
"In the midst of a storm when thunder roared without cessation, and the lightning flashed from minute to minute, I raised my arms to heaven, and I said to God: 'O God! whose look is that lightning, whose voice is that thunder, if this man ought to die, extinguish that lightning, still the thunder for ten minutes. The silence of the skies, the darkness of the heavens shall be thy answer!' Watch in hand, I counted eleven minutes without a flash or a sound. I saw at the point of a promontory a boat, tossed by a terrible tempest, a boat with but one man in it, in danger every minute of sinking; a wave lifted it as the breath of an infant lifts a plume, and cast it on the rocks. The boat flew to pieces; the man clung to the rock, and all the people cried out: 'He is lost!' His father was there, his two brothers were there, but none dared to succor him. I raised my arms to the Lord and said: 'If Milliere is condemned by Thee as by me, O God, let me save that man; with no help but thine let me save him!' I stripped, I knotted a rope around my arm, and I swam to the rock. The water seemed to subside before my breast. I reached the man. His father and brothers held the rope. He gained the land. I could have returned as he did, fastening the rope to the rocks. I flung it away from me; I trusted to God and cast myself into the waves. They floated me gently and surely to the shore, even as the waters of the Nile bore Moses' basket to Pharaoh's daughter. The enemy's outposts were stationed around the village of Saint-Nolf; I was hidden in the woods of Grandchamp with fifty men. Recommending my soul to God, I left the woods alone. 'Lord God,' I said, 'if it be Thy will that Milliere die, let that sentry fire upon me and miss me; then I will return to my men and leave that sentry unharmed, for Thou wilt have been with him for an instant.' I walked to the Republican; at twenty paces he fired and missed me. Here is the hole in my hat, an inch from my head; the hand of God had aimed that weapon. That happened yesterday. I thought that Milliere was at Nantes. To-night they came and told me that Milliere and his guillotine were at La Roche-Bernard. Then I said: 'God has brought him to me; he shall die.'"
Roland listened with a certain respect to the superstitious narrative of the Breton leader. He was not surprised to find such beliefs and such poetry in a man born in face of a savage sea, among the Druid monuments of Karnac. He realized that Milliere was indeed condemned, and that God, who had thrice seemed to approve his judgment, alone could save him. But one last question occurred to him.
"How will you strike him?" he asked.
"Oh!" said Georges, "I do not trouble myself about that; he will be executed."
One of the two men who had brought in the supper table now entered the room.
"Brise-Bleu," said Cadoudal, "tell Coeur-de-Roi that I wish to speak to him."
Two minutes later the Breton presented himself.
"Coeur-de-Roi," said Cadoudal, "did you not tell me that the murderer Thomas Milliere was at Roche-Bernard?"
"I saw him enter the town side by side with the Republican colonel, who did not seem particularly flattered by such companionship."
"Did you not add that he was followed by his guillotine?"
"I told you his guillotine followed between two cannon, and I believe if the cannon could have got away the guillotine would have been left to go its way alone."
"What precautions does Milliere take in the towns he visits?"
"He has a special guard about him, and the streets around his house are barricaded. He carries pistols always at hand."
"In spite of that guard, in spite of that barricade and the pistols, will you undertake to reach him?"
"I will, general."
"Because of his crimes, I have condemned that man; he must die."
"Ah!" exclaimed Coeur-de-Roi, "the day of justice has come at last!"
"Will you undertake to execute my sentence, Coeur-de-Roi?"
"I will, general."
"Go then, Coeur-de-Roi. Take the number of men you need; devise what stratagem you please, but reach the man, and strike."
"If I die, general--"
"Fear not; the curate of Leguerno shall say enough masses in your behalf to keep your poor soul out of purgatory. But you will not die, Coeur-de-Roi."
"That's all right, general. Now that I am sure of the masses, I ask nothing more. I have my plan."
"When will you start?"
"To-night."
"When will he die?"
"To-morrow."
"Go. See that three hundred men are ready to follow me in half an hour."
Coeur-de-Roi went out as simply as he had entered.
"You see," said Cadoudal, "the sort of men I command. Is your First Consul as well served as I, Monsieur de Montrevel?"
"By some, yes."
"Well, with me it is not some, but all."
Benedicite entered and questioned Georges with a look.
"Yes," replied Georges, with voice and nod.
Benedicite went out.
"Did you see any one on your way here?" asked Cadoudal.
"Not one."
"I asked for three hundred men in half an hour, and they will be here in that time. I might have asked for five hundred, a thousand, two thousand, and they would have responded as promptly."
"But," said Roland, "you have, in number at least, a limit you cannot exceed."