of Ribaumont, afraid? She rallied herself, and replied manfully,
'I FEAR not, no!' but then, womanfully, 'But it is the Temple! It
is haunted! Tell me what I must expect.'

'I tell you truly, Madame,' said Rotrou; 'none whom I have
sheltered here have seen aught. On the faith of a Christian, no
evil spirit--no ghost--has ever alarmed them; but they were
fortified by prayer and psalm.'

'I do pray! I have a psalm-book,' said Eustacie, and she added to
herself, 'No, they shall never see that I fear. After all,
REVENANTS can do nothing worse than scare one; they cannot touch
one; the saints and angels will not let them--and my uncle would do
much worse.'

But to climb those winding stairs, and resign herself to be left
alone with the Templars for the night, was by far the severest
trial that had yet befallen the poor young fugitive. As her tire
feet dragged up the crumbling steps, her memory reverted to the
many tales of the sounds heard by night within those walls--church
chants turning into diabolical songs, and bewildered travelers into
thickets and morasses, where they had been found in the morning,
shuddering as they told of a huge white monk, with clanking
weapons, and a burning cross of fire printed on his shoulder and
breast, who stood on the walls and hurled a shrieking babe into the
abyss. Were such spectacles awaiting her? Must she bear them? And
could her endurance hold out? Our Lady be her aid, and spare her
in her need!

At the top of the stairs she found Rotrou's hand, ready to help her