III
Of the Double-Dealer's Traffic With a Knave
Horvendile left the fortress, and came presently to Maugis d'Aigremont. Horvendile got speech with this brigand where he waited encamped in the hill-country of Perdigon, loth to leave Storisende since it held Ettarre whom he so much desired, but with too few adherents to venture an attack.
Maugis sprawled listless in his chair, wrapped in a mantle of soiled and faded green stuff, as though he were cold. In his hand was a naked sword, with which moodily he was prodding the torn papers scattered about him. He did not move at all, but his somber eyes lifted.
"What do you plan now, Horvendile?"
"Treachery, messire."
"It is the only weapon of you scribblers. How will it serve me?"
Then Horvendile spoke. Maugis sat listen-
