"You?"
"I myself."
"But where is Lantenac?"
"He is free."
"Free!"
"Yes."
"Escaped?"
"Escaped."
Cimourdain trembling stammered,—
"To be sure, this castle is his, he knows all the means of exit; perhaps the oubliette communicates with some way out; I ought to have thought that he would find some way to escape; he would need no one's aid for that."
"He was aided," said Gauvain.
"To escape?"
"To escape."
"Who aided him?"
"I did."
"You?"
"Yes."
"You are dreaming!"
"I entered the dungeon; I was alone with the prisoner; I took off my cloak, I threw it over his shoulders, I pulled the hood down over his eyes; he went out in my place, and I remained in his. Here I am."
"You did not do that!"
"I did do it."
"It is impossible."
"It is a fact!"
"Bring Lantenac here!"
"He is no longer here. The soldiers, seeing the commander's cloak, took him for me, and let him pass. It was still night."
"You are mad."
"I am telling you the truth."
There was a silence. Cimourdain stammered,—
"Then you deserve──"
"Death," said Gauvain.
Cimourdain was as pale as a corpse. He was as motionless as a man who has been struck by lightning. It seemed as if he could no longer breathe. Great drops of sweat stood on his forehead.
