"In the name of the Most Holy Trinity, I absolve you. May your soul depart in peace."
"Amen!" replied all the others.
The marquis arose.
"Now," said he, "let us die."
"And let us kill," said l'Imânus.
The blows from the muskets began to shake the chest which barred the door.
"Think on God," said the priest. "Earth no longer exists for us."
"Yes," added the marquis, "we are in the tomb."
All bowed their heads and beat their breasts. The marquis and the priest alone remained standing. Their eyes were fixed on the floor, the priest was praying, the peasants were praying, the marquis was deep in thought; the chest, as though it were struck by hammers, gave forth a lugubrious, hollow sound.
At this moment, a quick, strong voice rang out behind them, crying,—
"I told you the truth, monseigneur."
The heads of all turned around in amazement.
A hole had just opened in the wall.
A stone perfectly jointed with the others, but not cemented, and turning on a pivot above and below, had just revolved on itself like a turnstile, and in turning had opened the wall. The stone having turned on its axis, made a double opening and offered two passages, one to the right, the other to the left, narrow, but large enough to allow a man to pass through. Outside this unexpected door could be seen the first steps of a spiral staircase.
The face of a man appeared in the opening.
The marquis recognized Halmalo.
