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THE sun was setting at La Bellière when a couple of men-at-arms wearing the Sieur de Tinteniac's badge upon their sleeves came cantering along the road from Dinan. They wound through the poplar-trees and the beech thickets, flashing back the sunlight from their harness and raising a slight haze of dust that was turned to gold by the glow from the west. Riding up to the bridge, they hailed the porter who was closing the great gate and asked whether Sir Robin Raguenel had returned from Mivoie.
"For," quoth the bulkier of the twain, "we are the Sieur de Tinteniac's men, who has sent us jogging all the way from Montcontour with the news that he will try your master's wine to-morrow."