"I don't know who is doing the job," Lagardere answered, "but what I do
know is that the night is alive with assassins. I think I have got rid of
some of them, but there may be others, wherefore prudence advises us to
be off."
He could see Nevers stiffen himself in the darkness as he answered,
proudly: "A Nevers fly?"
Lagardere shrugged his shoulders. "Even I have no passion for flight, but
with a sweet young lady to defend--"
Nevers seemed to accept his correction. "You are right. Forgive me. Let
us go."
The two men turned to leave the moat, but as they did so they were
stopped by the sound of fresh footsteps on the bridge, and in another
instant Nevers's page had descended the steps and ran to join them.
"My lord!" he cried to the duke as soon as he reached the pair--"my lord,
my lord, you are surrounded!"