Chapter 60 Chapter 58 Prison Break

As Lord Winter expected, Milady's wound was not in danger; so when she was alone with the maid whom the Baron had called, and when the latter was eager to undress her, she opened her eyes at once. But one had to pretend to be a little weak and achy anyway.A comedian like Milady, this is not a trick; and the poor maid was completely deceived by the prisoner, and despite Milady's repeated assertions that it didn't matter, the maid insisted on taking care of her all day. night. But the maid's presence could not affect Milady's brains. Felton had been vanquished, Felton was hers now, there was no doubt about it.Even if an angel had manifested himself and condemned Milady to the young man's face, in such a state of mind he would have regarded the angel as a messenger of the devil.

Thinking of this, Milady smiled, because Felton is her only hope and the only tool to save her from now on. But Lord Winter may have been suspicious, and Felton may now be under surveillance. It was almost four o'clock in the morning when the doctor came.But since Milady committed suicide with a knife, the wound had begun to heal, so the doctor could not examine the specific location and depth of the wound. He could only diagnose it based on the pulse of the wounded, and believed that the injury was not very serious. In the early morning, Milady excused her sleepless night and said that she needed to rest, so she sent away the maid who was watching over her.

She harbored a hope that Felton would come at breakfast, but Felton did not. Did her previous worries really come true?It was Felton who was under suspicion. Would he forget her at the critical moment?She had but one day, for Lord Winter had told her she would embark on the 23rd, and it was already the morning of the 22nd. She waited, however, with considerable patience until supper-time. Even though she had eaten nothing in the morning, supper was brought at the customary hour; and Milady noticed with horror that the guards guarding her had changed their uniforms. So she ventured to ask how Felton was doing.The soldier replied that Felton had set off on horseback an hour before.

She also asked if the baron was always at the castle, and the soldier answered that he was, and that if the prisoner had anything to say to him, he would be ordered to come and inform him. Milady said she was so tired for the time being that her only request was to be alone in her room. The soldiers went out of the house and left the prepared meals behind. Felton was sent away, and the Marines were switched, which meant that Felton was under suspicion. This was the final blow to the female prisoner. She was alone, she got up; the bed where she had been lying out of caution, to give the impression that she was badly wounded, was now roasting her like hot coals.Glancing towards the door, she saw that the Baron had sent a board nailed to the window; no doubt the Baron, fearing that Milady might pass through that little window, had resorted to some diabolical fascination to seduce the soldiers on guard.

Milady gave another smirk, for once again she could vent her emotions unnoticed.She paced the room with the excitement of a madman, or the mania of a tigress in a cage.Indeed, if the knife had been kept for her, she would have thought of using it, but not for suicide, as in this case against the Baron. At six o'clock Lord Winter entered; he was fully armed.The man who had hitherto seemed to Milady a rather foolish gentleman was now a convincing jailer: he seemed to anticipate everything, to fathom everything, to prevent everything. With just a glance of his eyes at Milady he understood what was going on in her soul.

Come on, said Lord Winter, but you can't kill me to-day, because you have nothing left, and I'm ready for battle.You have begun to seduce my poor Felton, he has come under your demonic influence, but I want to save him, he will never see you again, and it is all over.Please pack your clothes, you'll be on the road tomorrow.I originally decided that you will board the ship on the 24th, but I also thought that the earlier you do things, the more secure you may be.At noon to-morrow I shall be ordered to send you into exile by Buckingham's signature.Before you embark, if you say a word to anyone, my sergeant will have your head shot through, and he has been ordered to; If anyone says a word, the captain will send someone to throw you into the sea.Goodbye, that's what I want to say to you today.I'll come see you tomorrow to say goodbye!

The baron left after speaking. Milady listened to the menacing words with a contemptuous smile, but with mad rage in her heart. Supper was brought; Milady felt she needed strength, and she knew not all that might happen in the dreadful night that was coming, for great black clouds rolled across the sky, and distant streaks of lightning foretelled a storm to come . At about ten o'clock in the night, the storm rumbled and blew up.It was a kind of spiritual comfort to her to see nature sharing the thoughts in her mind; thunder rumbled in the air like anger exploding in her head; Usually, blowing her hair disheveled, she roared like a howling storm, but her roar seemed lost in the mighty roar of nature, which was also groaning and despairing.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of someone knocking on the window glass, and with the fleeting gleam of lightning, she saw a man's face flicker behind the fence. She ran to the window and opened it. Felton!She yelled, I'm saved! it's me!said Felton, keep quiet, keep quiet!It will take me a while to saw through the iron fence, but you have to be careful that no one sees you at the window. oh!It's a token of Heaven's protection, Felton, added Milady, and they shut the window with a board. That's right, God drove them mad: Felton said. So what should I do?asked Milady.

Need nothing, need nothing; just close the window again.Go and lie down, or better get dressed; I'll knock on the glass when I'm done sawing the bars.But can you come with me? oh!I can go with you. How is your wound? It still hurts a bit, but it doesn't affect my walking. You are always ready for my first signal. Milady closed the window again, put out the light, and, as Felton had ordered her, went back to the room and curled up on the bed.Amid the whimpering of the storm, she heard the creak of files sawing through the fence, and every time a ray of lightning struck, she could faintly see Felton behind the glass window.

She was holding her breath, panting, and sweating for an hour, and every time she heard a sound in the corridor, her heart was constricted by terrible worry. It really feels like years. An hour later, Felton knocked on the window. Milady jumped out of bed and went to open the window.The gap without two iron bars is enough for a person to enter and exit. Are you ready?asked Felton. Yes.should i bring something Bring some gold coins, if you have any. Yes, luckily they left me all the money I brought. So good, I ran out of money for the boat rental. Take it, Milady said as she handed a heavy bag of gold coins to Felton.

Felton took the purse and threw it to the wall under the hanging ladder. Now, he said, can you come? I will come. Milady climbed into an armchair, leaning her upper body out of the window first, and saw the young officer hanging over a deep ravine, climbing a rope ladder. A throb of fear made her think for the first time that she was a woman. The deep sky frightened her. I expected you to be afraid, said Felton. Never mind, never mind, said Milady, and I closed my eyes. Can you trust me?asked Felton. How do you ask this? Hands close together, crossed, good. Felton bound her wrists with his handkerchief, and tied a string to the handkerchief. What are you doing?asked Milady in surprise. Please put your arms around my neck and don't be afraid. I'll throw you off balance, and we'll both be smashed to pieces. Don't worry, I'm the Navy. There was no delay; Milady threw her arms around Felton's neck and let her slide out of the window. Felton began to descend the rope ladder slowly, step by step.Although the bodies of the two people were very heavy, the earth-shattering hurricane made them flutter in mid-air. Felton stopped abruptly. What's the matter?asked Milady. Don't talk, said Felton, I hear footsteps. We've been spotted! A few moments of silence followed. No, said Felton, it didn't matter. What the hell is that sound? It was the footsteps of patrols passing by at night. Which way does the night watch go? right below us. They will find us. No, as long as it doesn't go wrong. They'll hit the bottom of the rope ladder. Fortunately the rope ladder was kept very short, six feet above the ground. Here they come, God! Do not talk! The two of them hung in mid-air, motionless and soundless, two feet above the ground; at that time, patrolling soldiers were talking and laughing as they passed below. It was a terrible false alarm for the two fugitives. The patrol marched; they heard the footsteps recede and the chatter die away. Now, said Felton, we are saved. Milady groaned and fainted. Felton continued to climb down the ladder.When he climbed to the bottom of the rope ladder, he felt that there was no support under his feet, so he grasped it with both hands; after descending to the last level, he fell down by hanging his body with the strength of his wrists, and finally hit the ground with both feet.He bent down, picked up the bag of gold coins, and bit between his teeth. Then he took Milady in his arms, and immediately left in the opposite direction to that of the patrol.Presently he left the patrol area, went up the slope through the rocks to the sea, and blew a whistle. The same corresponding signal came to him, and five minutes later, a boat carrying four people appeared in his field of vision. The boat also rowed towards the shore as quickly as possible, but the water along the coast was too shallow for the boat to pull over; Felton didn't want to hand over his beloved fainting woman to others, so he stepped into the belly-high water and walked forward. Fortunately, the storm began to subside, but the sea was still rough, and the boat was tossed and tossed like an eggshell in the troughs. Row to the sloop, said Felton, and row now! The four men paddled and rowed the oars; but the sea was so rough that it was difficult to steer the oars over it. However, people leave the castle, which is the main thing.The night was so thick and deep that it was almost impossible to make out the shore from the boat, so it was impossible to see the boat from the shore. A black dot swayed on the surface of the sea. That is the sloop. Felton undid the rope, and then the handkerchief which bound Milady's hands, as the boat advanced at the full stroke of the four oarsmen. After Milady's hands were untied, Felton took a handful of seawater and poured it on Milady's cheek. Milady sighed and opened her eyes. where am i nowshe asked You are saved, replied the young officer. oh!saved!saved!cried Milady.This is the sky, this is the sea!The air I breathe is free air.ah!Thanks, Felton, thank you! The young officer held her tightly in his arms. But what happened to my hands?asked Milady. It seemed to me that someone had crushed both my wrists in a vice. For Milady raised her arms and found her double bowl scarred. Ah, tied like this!Felton looked at the beautiful hands and shook his head slightly. oh!It's okay, it's okay!exclaimed Milady, now I remember. Milady looked around. There it was, Felton kicked the money pocket. The boat approached the sloop.The watchman called through the megaphone to the boat, which answered. What is that ship?asked Milady. That's the boat I rented for you. Where will it take me? Just take me to Portsmouth if you like. What are you doing in Portsmouth?asked Milady. Go and fulfill Lord Winter's orders, Felton said with a sad smile. what order?Milady asked again. You really don't understand?Felton asked back. I don't know; please tell me. For he already suspects me, so he will keep you himself; therefore sent me to Buckingham for him to sign an order to banish you. But if he doubts you, how can he give you such an order? Could it be that I can let him know what I brought? That's right.Are you going to Portsmouth now? I can delay no longer. To-morrow is the 23rd, and Buckingham sets out with the fleet on the morrow. He is leaving tomorrow, where is he going? Go to La Rochelle. He shouldn't have been let go!exclaimed Milady, forgetting her customary tact. Don't worry, said Felton, he can't go. Milady was trembling with joy; only then did she understand the young man's secret hidden in his heart: Buckingham must die had already been written on his heart in neat large characters. Felton said excitedly, you are as great as Jude Maccabe (Note: Jude Maccabe, 200160 BC, once led the Jewish uprising against King Antiochus IV of Syria Sacrifice.)!If you die, I die with you, that's all I can say to you. Do not talk!Felton said, here we are. Sure enough, the boat they were in approached the sloop. Felton climbed the gangway first, and held out his hand to Milady, while the sailors supported her, for the sea was still rough. After a while, they came to the deck. Captain, said Felton, this is the lady I told you about, and you must bring her to France in safety. Not much, a thousand pistols, said the captain. I have already paid you five hundred. That's right.said the captain. Here's another five hundred, said Milady, putting her hand into the purse.No, said the captain, I mean what I say, and I have told this young man; the other five hundred pistols I will have when I get to Blonnay. Will we sail there? Arrived safely, said the captain, as my name is Jack Butler, there will be no fakes. Well, said Milady, if you mean what you say, I will give you not the five hundred now, but a thousand pistols. You are a good man, fair lady, cried the captain, and may God often give me such a good customer as your lord! Wait a minute, said Felton, before going to Portsmouth, send us to Chichester Cove, you know we have an appointment, and you agree to send us there. The captain directed the necessary operations while answering, and the ship anchored at the designated bay at around seven o'clock in the morning. During this voyage, Felton told Milady the whole story: how he did not go to London, but hired this sloop, how he came back, and how he climbed the wall. How to nail iron hooks into the crevices of the stone as steps while climbing, and how to finally reach the fence and fasten the ladder, and Milady knew all about the rest. Milady tried to encourage Felton to be courageous in carrying out her plan; but when she spoke a few words it was clear that the fanatical young man needed more stability than firmness. There was an appointment between the two parties, and Milady waited for Felton until ten o'clock; if Felton did not return by ten o'clock, she would start first. At that time, if Felton had been free, he would have gone to France, to the Carmelites-Betuna Abbey to find Milady.