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As the road…mender plied his dusty labour； and the hail…clouds； rolling away； revealed bright bars and streaks of sky which were responded to by silver gleams upon the landscape； the little man （who wore a red cap now； in place of his blue one） seemed fascinated by the figure on the heap of stones。 His eyes were so often turned towards it； that he used his tools mechanically； and； one would have said； to very poor account。 The bronze face； the shaggy black hair and beard； the coarse woollen red cap； the rough medley dress of home…spun stuff and hairy skins of beasts； the powerful frame attenuated by spare living； and the sullen and desperate pression of the lips in sleep； inspired the mender of roads with awe。 The traveller had travelled far； and his feet were footsore； and his ankles chafed and bleeding； his great shoes； stuffed with leaves and grass； had been heavy to drag over the many long leagues； and his clothes were chafed into holes； as he himself was into sores。 Stooping down beside him； the road…mender tried to get a peep at secret weapons in his breast or where not； but； in vain； for he slept with his arms crossed upon him； and set as resolutely as his lips。 Fortified towns with their stockades； guard…houses； gates； trenches； and drawbridges； seemed to the mender of roads； to be so much air as against this figure。 And when he lifted his eyes from it to the horizon and looked around； he saw in his small fancy similar figures； stopped by no obstacle； tending to centres all over France。
The man slept on； indifferent to showers of hail and intervals of brightness； to sunshine on his face and shadow； to the pattering lumps of dull ice on his body and the diamonds into which the sun changed them； until the sun was low in the west； and the sky was glowing。 Then； the mender of roads having got his tools together and all things ready to go down into the village； roused him。
‘Good！' said the sleeper； rising on his elbow。 ‘Two leagues beyond the summit of the hill？'
‘About。'
‘About。 Good！'
The mender of roads went home； with the dust going on before him according to the set of the wind； and was soon at the fountain； squeezing himself in among the lean kine brought there to drink； and appearing even to whisper to them in his whispering to all the village。 When the village had taken its poor supper； it did not creep to bed； as it usually did； but came out of doors again； and remained there。 A curious contagion of whispering was upon it； and also； when it gathered together at the fountain in the dark； another curious contagion of looking expectantly at the sky in one direction only。 Monsieur Gabelle； chief functionary of the place； became uneasy； went out on his house…top alone； and looked in that direction too； glanced down from behind his chimneys at the darkening faces by the fountain below； and sent word to the sacristan who kept the keys of the church； that there might be need to ring the tocsin by…and…by。
The night deepened。 The trees environing the old chateau； keeping its solitary state apart； moved in a rising wind； as though they threatened the pile of building massive and dark in the gloom。 Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly； and beat at the great door； like a swift messenger rousing those within； uneasy rushes of wind went through the hall； among the old spears and knives； and passed lamenting up the stairs； and shook the curtains of the bed where the last Marquis had slept。 East； West； North； and South； through the woods； four heavy…treading； unkempt figures crushed the high grass and cracked the branches； striding on cautiously to e together in the courtyard。 Four lights broke out there； and moved away in different directions； and all was black again。
But； not for long。 Presently； the chateau began to make itself strangely visible by some light of its own； as though it were growing luminous。 Then； a flickering streak played behind the architecture of the front； picking out transparent places； and showing where balustrades； arches； and windows were。 Then it soared higher； and grew broader and brighter。 Soon； from a score of the great windows； flames burst forth； and the stone faces awakened； stared out of fire。
A faint murmur arose about the house from the few people who were left there； and there was a saddling of a horse and riding away。 There was spurring and splashing through the darkness； and bridle was drawn in the space by the village fountain； and the horse in a foam stood at Monsieur Gabelle's door。 ‘Help； Gabelle！ Help； every one！' The tocsin rang impatiently； but other help （if that were any） there was none。 The mender of roads； and two hundred and fifty particular friends； stood with folded arms at the fountain； looking at the pillar of fire in the sky。 ‘It must be forty feet high；' said they； grimly； and never moved。
The rider from the chateau； and the horse in a foam； clattered away through the village； and galloped up the stony steep； to the prison on the crag。 At the gate； a group of officers were looking at the fire； removed from them； a group of soldiers。 ‘Help； gentlemen…officers！ The chateau is on fire； valuable objects may be saved from the flames by timely aid！ Help； help！' The officers looked towards the soldiers who looked at the fire； gave no orders； and answered； with shrugs and biting of lips； ‘It must burn。'
As the rider rattled down the hill again and through the street； the village was illuminating。 The mender of roads； and the two hundred and fifty particular friends； inspired as one man and woman by the idea of lighting up； had darted into their houses； and were putting candles in every dull little pane of glass。 The general scarcity of everything； occasioned candles to be borrowed in a rather peremptory manner of Monsieur Gabelle； and in a moment of reluctance and hesitation on that functionary's part； the mender of roads； once so submissive to authority； had remarked that carriages were good to make bonfires with； and that post…horses would roast。
The chateau was left to itself to flame and burn。 In the roaring and raging of the conflagration； a red…hot wind； driving straight from the infernal regions； seemed to be blowing the edifice away。 Wi