Don’t ask me!
You promised to save her.
I did.—But for the burning of the Faubourg, and the attack of the rebels, she would be alive and safe.
She’s lost!—She, with her father and the Marquis, fell into an ambush—were fired on from every side—
Killed! And I am her assassin!
Yes! I planned the burning of the Faubourg, placed the mines that blew it up, and opened a way for our attack.—In serving my country, I have killed my wife!
You are a soldier, then,—one of the blues?
Yes—and captured there at dawn. [Points at the Faubourg.
And not shot?
Impossible! The watchword on both sides is “No mercy.”
La Rochejacquelein spared my life, that I might once more see my wife.—Useless generosity, for she had gone to meet her death!
But he—the General—was merciful, magnanimous to you?
He was. I owe him an eternal debt.
Are you willing to pay your debt?
With my life!
His army is routed. He will be captured—shot like a dog, unless he’s saved.
He must be saved.
There’s a secret passage from this castle to the glen. If I could put his pursuers off his track, he would escape.
Bring the General here and leave the rest to me.
You will aid him?