You are the Sire de Nadar.

I have written a note here, telling you the horse will be there and you are to fetch it--here it is.

The messenger will know my seal." "I am indeed obliged to you," Rupert said, "you have thought of everything; but how will the doctor explain my not being forthcoming in the morning ?" "Oh, he will arrange that easily enough.

The soldiers will all sleep soundly enough after this march; besides, they will not, in all probability, be near his quarters, so he will only have to say that he found you were too ill to continue the journey, and had therefore had you carried to a confrere of his.

You must be under no fear, Rupert, of any evil consequences to anyone, for no one will ever connect you with the convoy.