gilded scutcheons came out a head wrapped in a comforter:
"Gentlemen . . . ."
And the notary of Villeneuve-sur-Claine gave his advice:
"To reach Villeneuve-la-Bataille, you would do better to cross through the Forest of Tongues. . . . You go to La Croix du Perron, you turn to the right . . ."
"That's enough. I know the Forest of Tongues," said the Baron, "I have hunted there with the Brécés. . . . Thank you, sir. . . . Thank you, Mademoiselle."
"Don't mention it," said the postmistress.
"At your service, gentlemen," said the notary.
"What if we went to the inn and had a cocktail?" said the Baron.
"I should like something to eat," said Lacrisse. "I am done up."
"Courage, gentlemen," said the General. "We will make up for it at Villeneuve-la-Bataille."
And they started. They passed through Vély, La Roche, Les Saules, Meulette, La Taillerie and entered the Forest of Tremble. A dazzling light ran before them into the shades of night and of the forest. They reached La Croix-du-Perron, then the
