Chauvelin's cart dies away. Marguerite lies under the moon, not knowing if Percy is already in soldiers' hands or if Armand's body lies in the hut because her scream gave the order. She would be glad to rest here for ever. Then the cliffs hear a sound they have never heard: a good, solid, absolutely British damn. Odd's life, the same sleepy voice adds, those fellows hit quite so hard, and he is as weak as a rat. She runs to the trussed Jew by the rock and looks into blue eyes. Percy. She works the ropes with her teeth. He knew everything, he says, all the time. Her heroism has atoned for the ball. If he had trusted that noble heart sooner, she would not have had to run this road.
The rest, he says, is simple. He could not shake Chauvelin, so he took the hunter along. Reuben Goldstein sold him the gaberdine and hid; the League's man drove the enemy's cart. Frenchmen will not come within two yards of a Jew they loathe, and that distance was the disguise. Thrown in a heap by the hut, he freed his hands, dropped a note through a chink, and trusted soldiers who had been ordered, on pain of death, not to stir until the tall Englishman came. They did not stir. The fugitives walked to the creek. He waited half an hour, then sang. He took the beating because she was still on the cliff and he would not leave her.
A stone rolls from above. She has forgotten Sir Andrew. Percy had met him near the Chat Gris and sent him by a long roundabout road the patrols would not watch. Andrew arrives in the nick of time, astonished at the scarecrow in the gaberdine. They are not going back to Calais. A second note, left for Armand to drop, has sent Chauvelin to the creek opposite the Chat Gris. Briggs has orders for a different creek beyond Gris Nez. Percy will not let Andrew carry her. The blind leading the lame, he says, and lifts her. Dawn meets the galley. On the Day Dream she finds Armand. Dover gives her a midshipman's shoes. At Andrew's wedding to Suzanne, Lady Blakeney is the most beautiful woman in the room, and Chauvelin is not at that party, or any other in London, after Grenville's ball.
