the Greve, several men, barricaded behind the gate of
communication with the garden, replaced their swords in
their sheaths, assisted one among them to mount a ready
saddled horse which was waiting in the garden, and like a
flock of startled birds, fled in all directions, some
climbing the walls, others rushing out at the gates with all
the fury of a panic. He who mounted the horse, and gave him
the spur so sharply that the animal was near leaping the
wall, this cavalier, we say, crossed the Place Baudoyer,
passed like lightning before the crowd in the streets,
riding against, running over and knocking down all that came
in his way, and, ten minutes after, arrived at the gates of
the superintendent, more out of breath than his horse. The
Abbe Fouquet, at the clatter of the hoofs on the pavement,
appeared at a window of the court, and before even the
cavalier had set foot to the ground, “Well! Danecamp?” cried
he, leaning half out of the window.
“Well, it is all over,” replied the cavalier.
“All over!” cried the abbe. “Then they are saved?”
“No, monsieur,” replied the cavalier, “they are hung.”
“Hung!” repeated the abbe, turning pale. A lateral door
suddenly opened, and Fouquet appeared in the chamber, pale,
distracted, with lips half opened, breathing a cry of grief
and anger. He stopped upon the threshold to listen to what
was addressed from the court to the window.
“Miserable wretches!” said the abbe. “you did not fight,
then?”
“Like lions.”
“Say like cowards.”
“Monsieur!”
“A hundred men accustomed to war, sword in hand, are worth
ten thousand archers in a surprise. Where is Menneville,
that boaster, that braggart, who was to come back either
dead or a conqueror?”
“Well, monsieur, he has kept his word. He is dead!”
“Dead! Who killed him?”
“A demon disguised as a man, a giant armed with ten flaming
swords — a madman, who at one blow extinguished the fire,
put down the riot, and caused a hundred musketeers to rise
up out of the pavement of the Greve.”
Fouquet raised his brow, streaming with sweat, murmuring,
“Oh! Lyodot and D’Eymeris! dead! dead! dead! and I
dishonored.”
The abbe turned round, and perceiving his brother,
despairing and livid, “Come, come,” said he, “it is a blow
of fate, monsieur; we must not lament thus. Our attempt has
failed, because God —- ”
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“Be silent, abbe! be silent!” cried Fouquet; “your excuses
are blasphemies. Order that man up here, and let him relate
the details of this terrible event.”
“But, brother —- ”
“Obey, monsieur!”
The abbe made a sign, and in half a minute the man’s step
was heard upon the stairs. At the same time Gourville
appeared behind Fouquet, like the guardian angel of the
superintendent, pressing one finger on his lips to enjoin
observation even amidst the bursts of his grief. The
minister resumed all the serenity that human strength left
at the disposal of a heart half broken with sorrow. Danecamp
appeared. “Make your report,” said Gourville.
“Monsieur,” replied the messenger, “we received orders to
carry off the prisoners, and to cry `Vive Colbert!’ whilst
carrying them off.”
“To burn them alive, was it not, abbe?” interrupted
Gourville.
“Yes, yes, the order was given to Menneville. Menneville
knew what was to be done, and Menneville is dead.”
This news appeared rather to reassure Gourville than to
sadden him.
“Yes, certainly to burn them alive,” said the abbe, eagerly.
“Granted, monsieur, granted,” said the man, looking into the
eyes and the faces of the two interlocutors, to ascertain
what there was profitable or disadvantageous to himself in
telling the truth.
“Now, proceed,” said Gourville.
“The prisoners,” cried Danecamp, “were brought to the Greve,
and the people, in a fury, insisted upon their being burnt
instead of being hung.”
“And the people were right,” said the abbe. “Go on.”
“But,” resumed the man, “at the moment the archers were
broken, at the moment the fire was set to one of the houses
of the Place destined to serve as a funeral-pile for the
guilty, this fury, this demon, this giant of whom I told
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