the two rode on
ahead, Ursula and Father John following more leisurely. The dawn was
as yet little more than a haze of yellow mist.

CHAPTER XXXV

THE DAWN BROADENS

While they were still a bow-shot from the walls a hoarse voice shouted
a command to halt, but Molembrais, holding the signet above his head,
called back "In the King's name," and rode on. Every moment of gloom
was precious, and a bold assertion of privilege was his surest hope.
If he appeared to doubt his own credentials, who would believe? There
is always a certain willingness to take a man at his own valuation,
especially if the valuation be a low one. Waiting for no challenge,
and faithful to his policy, he flung himself from his horse at the
outer gate with every appearance of haste.

"In the King's name," he cried, scarcely giving himself time to light
upon his feet and holding fast by Paul Beaufoy's formula. "To His
Majesty, Monsieur La Mothe and I--quickly now."

As he more than half expected, the very importunity staggered
opposition.

"His Majesty is asleep; you cannot pass----"

"His orders are imperative--sleeping or waking--any hour by day or by
night. Who is on guard?"

"Monsieur de Saint-Pierre."

"Send for him, then. Stir yourself, my man, and don't stand there
gaping like a fish."

But Saint-Pierre had already heard the altercation, and at the rasp of
his spurs on the flags Molembrais turned sharply. Quick to note the
richer dress he drew his own conclusion. Waiting for neither question
nor explanation he again held out the signet.

"Monsieur de Saint-Pierre, we must see the King at once--at once, you
understand. Here is my authority."

"But I do not know you? No stranger can----"

"But you know this!" Molembrais cut him short. "Do you think I have
risked my neck galloping these accursed roads all night to be delayed
now just because you do not know me? Is it the King's signet or is it
not?"

"Pass, then," said Saint-Pierre reluctantly. "Does Monsieur La Mothe
go with you?"

For an instant Molembrais hesitated. Dared he say no? He would have
given much to have shaken off La Mothe now that the gates were passed,
and have forced his way to the King alone; but the attempt might waken
that suspicion which slept so lightly in Valmy. While he paused, La
Mothe answered, deciding the question.

"Unfortunately, yes, Monsieur de Saint-Pierre. Will you please tell
Monsieur de Commines that I have arrived