As Rene still sat on the gun-carriage, thinking how he might turn to
account the fact of his friend Simon being on duty at the main gateway,
the sound of a groan came from that direction. As it was repeated, the
lad sprang to his feet and walked quietly but rapidly towards the place
whence it came. When near the gateway he laid down his cross-bow and
advanced without it, until brought to a halt by a sharp challenge in
the gruff voice of old Simon.
Rene gave the countersign, and added, "It is I, Rene de Veaux, good
Simon. Hearing thy groans, I came to learn their cause. What
distresses thee so grievously?"
"Ah! Master De Veaux," answered the old soldier, "I fear me greatly
that the fever of the bones with which so many of our men are suffering
has at length laid hold on me, I have been warned for some days of its
approach, and only a few hours since obtained from good Master Le Moyne
physic which, if taken at the outset, prevents much pain. I left it in
the smithy near the forge, not deeming the attack so near; but the
chill of the night air hath hastened it, and already am I suffering the
torments of the rack. Tell me, lad, wilt thou fetch me the phial from
the smithy, that I may test the virtue of its contents?"
"Not so, good Simon," answered Rene, whose thoughts had been busy while
the old soldier told of his troubles. "I will gladly aid thee, but am
convinced that it can better be done in another way.
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