when captain michol heard of the fate of the letter,—and there could be no doubt as to what that fate was, for the pig was found rooting around the spot where the parchment had been left, evidently searching for something else good to eat,—he was very angry. he knew that there was no more parchment in the camp, nor anything else on which a proper letter could be written, and he did not know when or where he could procure any material of the kind. he had made all his arrangements to send the letter, which had now been too long delayed, to viteau the next day; and this disappointment enraged him very much. he ordered jasto's pig to be instantly slaughtered, and he told louis that he would cut off one of his ears and send that to his mother, and then, if a handsome ransom did not soon arrive, he would cut off the other one and send it also.

whether or not the captain was in earnest in making this threat is not to be known; but it frightened louis greatly, and he determined that the morning should not find him in the power of a man who would do such terrible things, and he made up his mind to escape that night, no matter what might afterward happen to him.

accordingly, when jasto was fast asleep, poor little louis slipped quietly past him and made his way into the forest. he pushed blindly through the thickets and undergrowth, not knowing in what direction he was going—only anxious to get away as far as possible from the cruel captain. it was very dark, and he frequently came violently against a tree, or stumbled over tangled vines and bushes, scratching his hands and face and bruising his body; but he still pressed on, wherever he could push himself through the bushes. when daylight should appear he hoped to be able to make his way to the high road, and, once there, he felt sure he could walk to viteau.

but, after hours of toilsome and painful struggling through the pathless underbrush, he found that, even by the increasing light, he could not discover, although he searched diligently, any sign or indication of a passage through the thicket. he even climbed a tree, but could see nothing except trees and bushes—the latter extending, in what seemed like impenetrable masses, in every direction.

almost tired to death, he sat down at the foot of the tree he had climbed, and in a few minutes was fast asleep. he slept for hours, and it was after noon when he was awakened by some one laughing very close to him.

louis opened his eyes with a start, and there was jasto, who at that moment laughed again. the boy sprang up with a cry, and was about to plunge into the bushes, but the robber seized him by the arm.

"no, no, my good sir page," said jasto. "don't lead me over any more such wretched ways as you have led me this morning. i've had enough of them."

"oh, jasto!" cried louis, "you are not going to take me back?"

"i don't know," said the robber, "what i shall do with you, but i certainly shall not take you back the way you came. where you crept under the bushes, i had to break through them. i never saw such a fellow for hiding. how do you suppose i found you?"

"i don't know," said louis.

"i found you," said jasto, "by not looking for you. the rest of our men—and nearly all of them turned out to search for you, when we found you had run away—scattered themselves about in all directions, to see if they could catch a glimpse of you. i did nothing of that kind. i knew that if a boy like you were to crouch under a thick bush, i could not see him. so i looked for little bits of blue silk from a pair of trunk hose, and little shreds of purple cloth from a tunic that i knew of. i saw a bit of the silk on some briers when i started out, and i knew i should find more. i lost your track many times, but every now and then a bit of rag on a thorn would encourage me; and so, at last, i came up to the gallant young page who was marking his way with pieces of silk and costly cloth. it made me laugh to think how truly these rags had led me to him."

"i am glad, jasto," said louis, "that you found me, and not one of the other men. i don't believe you will make me go back to the captain to have one of my ears cut off. you will show me the way to go home, and i promise you, if you will do that, that my mother will send you a good sum of money, quite as much as she would have sent to the captain if she had got my letter and had ransomed me."

"i am not sure about that," said jasto, "but i have been thinking over the matter, and it may be that i shall not take you back to our camp. i have a kindly feeling for you, sir page. first, because i think you are a lad of spirit, as i used to be; and second, because my pig ate your letter, and so brought your trouble on you. therefore, i feel bounden to help you out of it. but, if i send you to your mother, she may forget my sole share in your rescue and return, and may send the ransom-money to our company, when it will be so divided and shared, and measured into parts, that i shall get very little of it. so i think i shall take you to your mother, and then i shall get all the ransom myself, and not be obliged to share it with any one. and i am sure the good lady, your mother, will give more to him who brings you back than to him who has merely carried you away."

"indeed would she!" cried louis, more than delighted at the prospect of being taken directly to his home.

"well, then," said jasto, "take you this piece of bread, which i put in my pocket before i set out this morning, and when you have eaten it, you will be strong enough, mayhap, to go on to your mother's chateau, though it is still a good distance from here; and i promise you that i shall not lead you through such rough ways as you led me. but we must be careful, for, if we meet any of my good comrades, there will be an end of our plan."

when louis had finished eating,—and, coarse and hard as the bread was, he devoured every morsel, for it was his breakfast and his dinner,—the two started off for viteau. louis supposed that they would try to reach the main road as soon as possible; but jasto assured him that he had no idea of doing that, for the woods would be occupied, at various points along the road, by the cotereaux, who would expect the fugitive boy to take the highway as soon as he could find it. instead of that, jasto intended to slyly make his way, through the woods, to the nearest point to viteau, and then to strike across the country to the chateau.

jasto was an expert and experienced woodsman, and he found paths where louis would never have imagined they could exist; and with great care and caution, and frequent halts for outlook and listening, he led the boy through the devious mazes of the forest, without meeting one of his comrades. about dark they reached the edge of the forest, and then they cautiously made their way to the chateau, where they arrived late in the night.

it would be hard to express the consternation of louis—and that of jasto was almost as great—at finding that the countess had gone away; that barran had been there that day, returning from a search for his lost page, but had almost immediately set out for his castle, and that a body of strange men, accompanied by priests, had been searching the house for his mother only the night before.

poor louis, who could not imagine what all this meant, and who was bewildered and astounded at seeing the happy home he had always known deserted by every one excepting the seneschal and a few servants, desired nothing so much as to go immediately to his mother. but this jasto would not have allowed, had it been possible, for the boy was nearly exhausted by fatigue and want of food. after some supper had been prepared for the two travelers, and louis had eaten as much as jasto thought good for him, the robber accompanied his young companion to the room he had been used to occupy with his brother raymond, and, after seeing him safely in bed, lay down on the floor across the door-way, and went to sleep himself. it was evident that he intended to take good care that louis should not leave him this time until he had conducted him into his mother's presence.

the seneschal was rather surprised at the actions of this man, who announced himself as a friend to the boy, and one who had saved him from the robbers who had captured him; but, as he and louis seemed on very friendly terms, the old man made no objection to anything that jasto said or did.

in the morning, louis insisted upon an early start for barran's castle; but, although jasto was now perfectly willing to go, he was afraid to do so, for there was no other road but the one which led through the woods, and on that he certainly would be seen by some of the cotereaux, who would keep the road under constant watch. to make his way with the boy through the woods on the west of the road would be almost impossible, for he was not familiar with that part of the forest, and did not know the paths; and louis would of a certainty be tired out long before he could reach the castle, which was distant almost a day's journey for a horse.

but fortune favored him, for, after he had spent most of the day in endeavoring to impress these things on the mind of the impatient louis, and in making efforts to find some one who would be willing to go to the castle and inform the countess of her son's arrival at viteau, there came to the chateau a party of horsemen who had been sent by barran to see if anything had been heard from the boy at his home, the party in the eastern woods, having, so far, met no traces of his captors.

the course was now easy enough, and the next day barran's men set out for the castle, taking with them the happy louis and jasto, who felt no fear of capture by his former comrades now that he was escorted by a body of well-armed men.

the scene at the castle, when louis arrived was a joyous one. the countess forgot all her troubles and fears about herself, in her great happiness for the return of her son; and even raymond ceased to think, for a time, of his mother's danger, so glad was he to see his dear brother again. every one at the castle, indeed, was in a state of great delight, for louis was a general favorite, and few persons had expected to see him again.

among the most joyful of his welcomers was agnes. she listened to his story with the greatest eagerness, and, when he began to lament that he had lost her horse, she exclaimed:

"we don't think much about horses, my father and i, when we are afraid that we have lost boys. it is easy enough to get another jennet, and, before many years, this one would have been too small for me. do you think he is in a comfortable place?"

"i don't know," answered louis. "i did not see where they took him."

"at any rate," said the girl, promptly, "the thieves can not ride him in the forest, and so he will not be worn out by hard work. but we won't talk about him any more. and your brother's new falcon is gone, too, i suppose."

"oh, yes," said louis, ruefully. "but he will not grieve about that, for he did not know he was going to have one. i thought of that a good many times, when i was among the robbers. if he had been expecting it, things would have been a great deal worse than they are now."

"of course he did not expect the bird," said the girl, "but he knows you have lost it, for everybody was told that it was to carry him a new falcon that you left the castle. but he never will scold you for not bringing it, and so we need not say anything more about it. but he must wonder that you were bringing him a falcon; for how could you know he had none, when you left your mother's house before anything was said about his bird having been lost? he must suspect you had something to do with it."

"of course he does," said poor louis. "i intended to tell him all about it when i should give him the new falcon; but it will be harder to do it now."

"don't you say a word about it," said agnes, who was really a kind-hearted girl, although she liked to talk about everything that was on her mind. "i'll tell him myself. it will be easy enough for me to do it, and i can tell him better than you can, anyway."

she did tell raymond all about it, dwelling with much earnestness on louis's sorrow for his fault, and his great desire to make amends for it; but she found that raymond cared very little about falcons. his mind was occupied with weightier matters.

the countess sent for jasto and thanked him warmly.

"louis is a good fellow and a true one," he said, "although he often plays wild pranks, and the only reason i am sorry that he lost my bird is that it caused him such danger, and all of us such grief."

"i like louis better than raymond," said agnes to herself. "raymond talks so much like a man, and he isn't half so glad as he ought to be, now that his brother is saved from those dreadful robbers. if i were in his place, i'd be singing and dancing all the time."

the countess sent for jasto, and thanked him warmly and earnestly for bringing her son to her, instead of taking him back to the cotereaux.

"if i could do it now," she said, "i should reward you handsomely for what you have done for me; but, as i left my chateau for this place very suddenly, i have no money with me. however, as soon as i shall have opportunity to send for some, i shall more than pay you for the trouble you have taken. meantime, as your conduct shows that you wish to leave your companions and give up your evil ways, you can remain here, and i shall see that you receive fair treatment and are well employed." and then, with a few more gracious words, she dismissed him.

this was all very pleasant, for the countess spoke so sweetly and looked so good that it greatly gratified jasto to have her talk to him so kindly, and thank him for what he had done; but still he was not satisfied. he had expected to make a regular bargain about a ransom, and hoped that louis would have told his mother how much michol was going to charge for his return; but he found the boy had never mentioned the matter, and he did not feel bold enough, in his first interview with the countess, to do it himself. he knew that he would be rewarded, but he felt sure that a lady would have no idea of the proper sum to pay for a page's ransom. if the pig had not eaten the letter her son had written, she would have been astonished indeed. he would wait, and, when the proper time came, he would let it be known that he expected ransom-money just as much as if he had kept the boy in some secret spot, and had made his mother send the sum required before her son was restored to her. meanwhile, he was perfectly willing to remain in the service of the good countess, and the first thing he asked for was a suit of clothes not composed of patches sewn together with bright-red silk. and that he received without delay.

now that louis was safe at the castle, the minds of the countess and her friends were occupied with the great question of her safety. it was not to be expected that the officers of the inquisition would give up their attempts to arrest the lady; and although barran's castle and barran's forces might be strong enough to hold her securely and to drive back her persecutors, a contest of this kind with the church was something not to be desired by the count nor by his friends. barran and lanne were both of the opinion that the safest refuge for the countess would be england; but a secret journey there would be full of hardships, and might compel her to give up all her property, and to be separated from her sons.

it was hard to decide what to do, and at any day the officers of the inquisition might appear at the gates of the castle.