Four great roads met
before the house, along the most easterly of which the sombre company
which had caught Madame St. Lo's attention could be seen approaching. At
first Count Hannibal supposed with his companion that the travellers were
conveying to the grave the corpse of some person of distinction; for the
_cortege_ consisted mainly of priests and the like mounted on mules, and
clothed for the most part in black. Black also was the small banner
which waved above them, and bore in place of arms the emblem of the
Bleeding Heart. But a second glance failed to discover either litter or
bier; and a nearer approach showed that the travellers, whether they wore
the tonsure or not, bore weapons of one kind or another.
Suddenly Madame St. Lo clapped her hands, and proclaimed in great
astonishment that she knew them.
"Why, there is Father Boucher, the Cure of St. Benoist!" she said, "and
Father Pezelay of St. Magloire. And there is another I know, though I
cannot remember his name! They are preachers from Paris! That is who
they are! But what can they be doing here? Is it a pilgrimage, think
you?"
"Ay, a pilgrimage of Blood!" Count Hannibal answered between his teeth.
And, turning to him to learn what moved him, she saw the look in his eyes
which portended a storm.
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