Next I buckled on his sword belt, wherefrom hung his
rapier that I had sheathed.
In Blois that day I had taken the precaution--knowing the errand upon which
I came--to procure myself haut-de-chausses of black velvet, and black
leather boots with gilt spurs that closely resembled those which St. Auban
had worn in life.
Now, as I have already written, St. Auban and I were of much the same build
and stature, and so methought with confidence that he would have shrewd
eyes, indeed, who could infer from my appearance that I was other than the
same masked gentleman who had that very day ridden into Canaples at the
head of a troop of his Eminence's guards.
I made my way swiftly back along the path that St. Auban and I had together
trodden but a little while ago, and past the ch?teau until I came to the
shrubbery where Michelot--faithful to the orders I had given him--awaited
my return. From his concealment he had seen me leave the ch?teau with the
Marquis, and as I suddenly loomed up before him now, he took me for the man
whose clothes I wore, and naturally enough assumed that ill had befallen
Gaston de Luynes.
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