It will save some good hemp and hangman's hire.

Such devil's dogs as you two be bear your dooms ready written on your faces." And this saying nettled our Laurence, who prided himself no little on an allure blonde and gallant.
But Gilles de Sille cared no whit for the servitor's sneers, so long as they got horses between their knees and escaped out of Paris that night.

In an hour they were ready to start, and Laurence had expended one of his gold angels on the provend for the journey, which his companion and he stored in their saddle-bags.
And in this manner, like an idle lad who for mischief puts body and soul in peril, went forth Laurence MacKim to take up service with the redoubtable Messire Gilles de Laval, Sieur de Retz, High Chamberlain of Charles the Seventh, Marshal of France, and lately companion-in-arms of the martyred Maid of Orleans.
Now, before he went forth from the street of the Ursulines, he had laid a sealed letter on the bed of his brother, which ran thus: "Ha, Sir Sholto MacKim, while you stand about in the rain and shiver under your cloak, I am off to find out the mystery.

When I have done all without assistance from the wise Sir Sholto, I will return.

But not before.