the countess of viteau now became very anxious to learn, as soon as possible, the result of her embassy to the king, and she also wished her sons to know where she was. she consulted with her squire, bernard, in regard to the matter; and they concluded that it would be better, if the travelers brought bad news, and the young king had refused to interfere in behalf of the countess, that raymond and louis should know the place of her refuge before any of their party could reach barran's castle, and that they should immediately join her, when, with them, she should fly the country without delay or further consultation with any one.

she had determined at last that, if she should be obliged to leave her country, she would take her boys with her, and let the count de barran and her other friends do the best they could in regard to her estates. she had money enough in her possession to provide for the expenses of a journey to england, but she did not consider, when making her plans, that the captain of the cotereaux would require his claims paid before he would let her go. bernard thought of this, but he said nothing and hoped for the best.

michol also was quite anxious to know what had been done at paris, for the news would influence in a great degree the terms of his demands for ransom money.

on the day after the attack of comines had been repulsed, it was considered that count de lannes and his party might be expected to be nearing the end of their homeward journey, and it was determined to send a page, accompanied by one of michol's men, to intercept the travelers and to convey a note to raymond from his mother.

the main road from paris through burgundy ran within twelve or fifteen miles of viteau, and count hugo might therefore be met, while yet more than half a day's journey from the castle.

the page's companion knew all the roads and by-ways of the surrounding country, and they reached in good time the high road from paris, but after waiting there all day and making inquiries at various cottages near by, they saw nothing and heard no news of the count and his company.

after dark they returned to viteau, as they had been told to do, for it was known that count hugo would not travel by night, and before daylight the next morning they set out again.

the long watch of the previous day had wearied the restless soul of the robber, and he declared to the page, as they rode along, that they would have another day to wait upon the dusty highway, for he had been to paris and he knew how long it would take the count's party to go and return, and that they could not be reasonably expected that day.

"see you that cottage down there in the little glade below us?" he said to the page, a little after sunrise. "there live an old woman and two louts, her sons. they are poor creatures, but they make wine good enough to sell; at least, a month or so ago, when i and a half-dozen of my comrades stopped at their cottage to eat and rest, that is what they told me they did with it. we found their wine good to drink,—which can not be said of all wine that is good enough to sell,—and we drank many a full horn of it, and what we did not drink we poured over her floor, so that her house should smell of good cheer."

"that was a wasteful thing to do," said the page, "and must have cost you a goodly sum."

"cost us!" laughed the robber. "how could it cost us anything when we had no money? and now, look you, we have more time than we shall know what to do with, and i am going down there for some wine to cheer us through the day. ride you slowly on, and i will overtake you before you have gone half a mile."

so saying, the robber turned from the road, and dashed down into the glade. reaching the cottage, he tied his horse by the door, and, entering, demanded of the old woman, who was cooking something over a little fire, that she should bring him some of her good wine, and plenty of it, too, for he wanted some to drink and some to carry away.

the old woman looked at him for a moment, and then went out and brought a jug of wine and a drinking-horn.

when the robber had sat down on a rough stool, and had begun to drink, she went out for some wood for her fire. but instead of picking up dry sticks, she ran to a small field where her sons were working.

"come quickly!" she said. "one of the cowardly thieves who drank and wasted our wine, a while ago, and struck me in the face when i asked for pay, is in the cottage now, drinking and robbing us again. there were many of them then, and you could do nothing. now there is only one. come quickly!"

the robber in the old woman's cottage.

without a word, the young men, still carrying the heavy hoes they had been using, ran to the house, and rushing into the room where the robber was still seated on his stool, engaged in drinking his second horn of wine, they attacked him with their hoes.

the coterel sprang from his seat, and drew the heavy sword which hung at his belt, but, in an instant, it was knocked from his hand, and he was belabored over the head and shoulders by the hoes of the angry young peasants. if he had not worn an iron cap, which was his only piece of armor, he probably would have been killed. as it was, he was glad to plunge out of the door and run for the woods. the two young men pursued him, but he was a faster runner than they, and his legs were not injured. so, wounded and bruised, and very sorry that he had thought about the old woman's wine, he left them behind, and disappeared among the thick undergrowth of the neighboring forest. his pursuers returned to the cottage and set loose the robber's horse.

"the wicked thief shall not creep back," they said, "to do us further injury, and then jump on his horse and fly."

and they threw stones at the horse until he had galloped up to the road and out of sight.

the page, who had been urged by his mistress to lose no time in reaching the high road, for fear that her sons might pass before he got there, rode on and on, looking back continually for his companion, but never stopping. reaching a place where they had made a short cut, the day before, he tried to find it, got into the woods and lost his way. a wood-cutter set him straight, but when he reached the paris road, it was long past noon, and he was dreadfully afraid that count de lannes's party had gone by.

inquiries of some peasants, who lived not far from the road, made him almost sure that his fears were correct, for they had noticed two companies of horsemen go by, and they thought that there were some young people with one of them. still, he waited and watched, and wondered why the coterel did not come, until nightfall, and then he set out to return to viteau. without his robber companion,—whom, by the way, he never saw again, for the fellow was afraid to return to his captain, having lost his horse,—it was quite impossible for him to find his way back in the dark, and in less than an hour he was hopelessly lost. finding no wood-cutter, or any one else, who could show him his way, he wandered about until he and his horse were tired out, and then they spent the rest of the night under a tree.

the page was quite right when he supposed that count hugo's party had passed along the high road before he reached it. the travelers had pressed on vigorously during their homeward journey, and meeting with no hindrances,—of brabancois, or anything else,—they rode into the gates of barran's castle before nightfall of the day on which the page had missed them.

as soon as they had entered the court-yard, the two boys sprang from their horses and ran to the great door of the castle. but here they were met by the count de barran, who, with outstretched arms, stopped them as they were hurrying to their mother's apartments, and, as gently as he could, told them,—with agnes and her father, who had now come up,—the story of the visit of the inquisitors and the flight of the countess.

the poor boys were almost overcome by this entirely unlooked-for and dreadful news. they had hurried back, excited and happy with the good tidings they were bringing their mother, only to find that she had utterly disappeared, and no one could tell them whether she was safe, or had fallen into the hands of her persecutors. louis burst into tears, and fell on the neck of his brother, who folded him in his arms, and, without a word, the two boys stumbled up the stairs, and were seen no more that night.

early the next morning, raymond and louis, still with pale and tear-stained faces, but unable to remain quiet any longer, came down to the stables, and, ordering two horses to be saddled, mounted them, and rode away to look for their mother.

if any of their elders had known of their intention, they would not have been allowed to go. this they well knew, and so they hurried away before any one but the servants of the castle was awake. they felt that they hated the count de barran for having let their mother go away, without knowing where she could be found or heard from, and they wished to have nothing more to do with him. and they had come to the belief that no one but themselves could do anything for their mother now, and that they must ride the whole world over until they had found her.

each was armed with sword and dagger, and they had some money with them to buy food. as to plans, they had made only one, and that was to ride so far that day that barran would not be likely to find them and bring them back; and then they would make inquiries, and come to some decision as to which direction they should go in their mournful search.

the sun was about two hours' high, and they had ridden quite a long distance, when they saw coming toward them on the road a boy upon a horse. in a moment they recognized their mother's page, and he as soon knew them. the three young fellows rushed together, and began clamorously to ask questions. the page being only one against two was soon obliged to surrender in this question conflict, and to give answers to his eager young masters.

when raymond and louis heard that their mother was at viteau, they asked nothing more, but giving a shout of joy, turned their horses' heads toward their old home, for they were on a road leading directly thereto, which the page had at last found.

onward and onward the three galloped, much to the weariness of their poor horses, and some hours before nightfall they reached viteau, where they were readily admitted by michol, who gave raymond and louis even a more eager welcome than that with which he had opened the gates to their mother.