Allwasblurr，hurry，confusion，tumult。YetIremember，aswepressedonwardswiththestreamandpartofit，certainsharpoutlines。Icaughthereandthereaglimpseofapalescaredfaceatawindow，ahalf—cladformatadoor，ofthebig，wonderingeyesofachildhelduptoseeuspass，ofaChristatacornerruddyinthesmokyglareofalink，ofawomanarmed，andinman’sclothes，whowalkedsomedistancesidebysidewithus，andledoffaribaldsong。Iretainamemoryofthesethings：ofbriefburstsoflightandlongintervalsofdarkness，andalways，aswetrampedforwards，myhandonPavannes’sleeve，ofanever—growingtumultinfront——anever—risingfloodofnoise。
Atlastwecametoastandstillwhereasidestreetranoutofours。Intothisthehurryingthrongtriedtowheel，and，unabletodoso，halted，andpressedabouttheheadofthestreet，whichwasalreadyfulltooverflowing;andsosoughtwithhungryeyesforplaceswhencetheymightlookdownit。PavannesandI
struggledonlytogetthroughthecrowd——togeton;buttheeffortsofthosebehindpartlyaidingandpartlythwartingourown，presentlyforcedustoapositionwhencewecouldnotavoidseeingwhatwasafoot。
Thestreet——thissidestreetwasablazewithlight。Fromendtoendeverygable，everyhatchmentwasglowing，everywindowwasflickeringintheglareoftorches。Itwaspavedtoowithfaces——humanfaces，yetscarcelyhuman——alllookingoneway，alllookingupward;andthenoise，asfromtimetotimethisimmensecrowdgroanedorhowledinunison，likeawildbeastinitsfury，wassoappalling，thatIclutchedPavannes’armandclungtohiminmomentaryterror。IdonotwondernowthatIquailed，thoughsometimesIhaveheardthatsoundsince。ForthereisnothingintheworldsodreadfulasthatbrutebeastwecalltheCANAILLE，whenthechainisoffanditscowardlysoulisroused。
Nearourendofthestreetagroupofhorsemenrisingisland—likefromtheseaofheads，satmotionlessintheirsaddlesaboutagateway。Theyweresilent，takingnonoticeoftheriotingfiendsshoutingattheirgirths，butwatchingingrimquietwhatwaspassingwithinthegates。Theywerehandsomelydressed，althoughsomeworecorsletsovertheirsatincoatsorlaceabovebuffjerkins。Icouldevenatthatdistanceseethejewelsgleaminthebonnetofonewhoseemedtobetheirleader。Hewasinthecentreoftheband，averyyoungman，perhapstwentyortwenty—one，ofmostsplendidpresence，sittinghishorsesuperbly。Heworeagreyriding—coat，andwasaheadtallerthananyofhiscompanions。Therewasprideintheveryairwithwhichhishorseborehim。
IdidnotneedtoaskPavanneswhohewas。IKNEWthathewastheDukeofGuise，andthatthehousebeforewhichhestoodwasColigny’s。Iknewwhatwasbeingdonethere。AndinthesamemomentIsickenedwithhorrorandrage。Ihadavisionofgreyhairsandbloodandfuryscarcelyhuman，AndIrebelled。I
battledwiththerabbleaboutme。IforcedmywaythroughthemtoothandnailafterPavannes，intentonlyonescaping，onlyongettingawayfromthere。Andsoweneitherhaltednorlookedbackuntilwewereclearofthecrowdandhadlefttheblazeoflightandtheworkdoingbyitsomewaybehindus。
Wefoundourselvestheninthemouthofanobscurealleywhichmycompanionwhisperedwouldbringustohishouse;andherewepausedtotakebreathandlookback。Theskywasredbehindus，theairfulloftheclashanddinofthetocsin，andthefloodofsoundswhichpouredfromeverytowerandsteeple。Fromtheeastwardcametherattleofdrumsandrandomshots，andshrieksof\"ABASCOLIGNY！\"\"ABASLESHUGUENOTS！\"Meanwhilethecitywasrisingasoneman，paleatthisdreadawakening。Fromeverywindowmenandwomen，frightenedbytheuproar，werecraningtheirnecks，askingoransweringquestionsorhurriedlycallingforandkindlingtapers。Butasyetthegeneralpopulaceseemedtobetakingnoactivepartinthedisorder。
Pavannesraisedhishataninstantaswestoodintheshadowofthehouses。\"ThenoblestmaninFranceisdead，\"hesaid，softlyandreverently。\"Godresthissoul！Theyhavehadtheirwaywithhimandkilledhimlikeadog。Hewasanoldmanandtheydidnotsparehim！Anoble，andtheyhavecalledintheCANAILLE
totearhim。Butbesure，myfriend\"——andasthespeaker’stonechangedandgrewfullandproud，hisformseemedtoswellwithit——\"besurethecruelshallnotliveouthalftheirdays！No。
Hethattakestheknifeshallperishbytheknife！Andgotohisownplace！Ishallnotseeit，butyouwill！\"
Hiswordsmadenogreatimpressiononmethen。Myhardihoodwasreturning。Iwasthrobbingwithfierceexcitement，andtinglingforthefight。Butyearsafterwards，whenthetwowhostoodhighestinthegroupaboutColigny’sthresholddied，theoneatthirty—eight，theotheratthirty—five——whenHenryofGuiseandHenryofValoisdiedwithinsixmonthsofoneanotherbytheassassin’sknife——IrememberedPavannes’augury。Andrememberingit，IreadthewaysofProvidence，andsawthattheveryaudacityofwhichGuisetookadvantagetoentrapColignyledhimtooinhisturntotripsmilingandbowing，acomfitboxinhishandandthekissesofhismistressdamponhislips，intoaking’scloset——aking’sclosetatBlois！Ledhimtoliftthecurtain——
ah！toliftthecurtain，whatFrenchmandoesnotknowthetale？
——behindwhichstoodtheAdmiral！
Toreturntoourownfortunes;afterahurriedglanceweresumedourway，andspedthroughthealley，holdingabriefconsultationaswewent。Pavannes’firsthastyinstincttoseekshelterathomebegantoloseitsforce，andhetoconsiderwhetherhisreturnwouldnotendangerhiswife。Themobmightbeexpectedtospareher，heargued。Herdeathwouldnotbenefitanyprivatefoesifheescaped。Hewasforkeepingawaytherefore。ButI
wouldnotagreetothis。Thepriest’screwofdesperadoes——
assumingPavannes’suspicionstobecorrect——wouldwaitsometime，nodoubt，togivethemasterofthehouseachancetoreturn，butwouldcertainlyattacksoonerorlateroutofgreed，iffromnoothermotive。Thenthelady’sfatewouldatthebestbeuncertain。Iwasanxiousmyselftorejoinmybrothers，andtakeallfuturechances，whetherofsavingourLouis，orescapingourselves，withthem。Unitedweshouldbefourgoodswords，andmightatleastprotectMadamedePavannestoaplaceofsafety，ifnoopportunityofsuccouringLouisshouldpresentitself。WehadtootheDuke’sring，andthismightbeofserviceatapinch。
\"No，\"Iurged，\"letusgettogether。Wetwowillslipinatthefrontgate，andboltandbarit，andthenwewillallescapeinabodyattheback，whiletheyareforcingthegateway。\"
\"Thereisnodoorattheback，\"heanswered，shakinghishead。
\"Therearewindows？\"
\"Theyaretoostronglybarred。Wecouldnotbreakoutinthetime，\"heexplained，withagroan。
Ipausedatthat，crestfallen。Butdangerquickenedmywits。InamomentIhadanotherplan，notsohopefulandmoredangerous，yetworthtryingIthought，Itoldhimofit，andheagreedtoit。Ashenoddedassentweemergedintoastreet，andIsaw——forthegreylightofmorningwasbeginningtopenetratebetweenthehouses——thatwewereonlyafewyardsfromthegateway，andthesmalldoorbywhichIhadseenmybrothersenter。Weretheystillinthehouse？Weretheysafe？Ihadbeenawayanhouratleast。
AnxiousasIwasaboutthem，Ilookedroundmeverykeenlyasweflittedacrosstheroad，andknockedgentlyatthedoor。I
thoughtitsolikelythatweshouldbefallenuponhere，thatI
stoodonmyguardwhilewewaited。Butwewerenotmolested。
Thestreet，beingatsomedistancefromthecentreofthecommotion，wasstillandempty，withnosignsoflifeapparentexcepttherowsofheadspokedthroughthewindows——allpossessingeyeswhichwatchedusheedfullyandinperfectsilence。Yes，thestreetwasquiteempty：except，ah！except，forthatlurkingfigure，which，evenasIespiedit，shotroundadistantangleofthewall，andwaslosttosight。
\"There！\"Icried，recklessnowwhomighthearme，\"knock！knocklouder！nevermindthenoise。Thealarmisgiven。Ascoreofpeoplearewatchingus，andyonderspyhasgoneofftosummonhisfriends。\"
Thetruthwasmyangerwasrising。Icouldbearnolongerthesilentregardsofallthoseeyesatthewindows。Iwrithedunderthem——cruel，pitilesseyestheywere。Ireadinthemamorbidcuriosity，apatientanticipationthatdrovemewild。Thosemenandwomengazingonussostonilyknewmycompanion’srankandfaith。Theyhadwatchedhimridinginandoutdaily，oneofthesightsoftheirstreet，gayandgallant;andnowwiththesameeyestheywerewatchinggreedilyforthebutcherstocome。Theverychildrentookafreshinterestinhim，asonedoomedanddying;andwaitedpantingfortheshowtobegin。SoIreadthem。
\"Knock！\"Irepeatedangrily，losingallpatience。HadIbeenfoolishinbringinghimbacktothispartofthetownwhereeverysoulknewhim？\"Knock;wemustgetin，whetherorno。Theycannotallhaveleftthehouse！\"
Ikickedthedoordesperately，andmyreliefwasgreatwhenitopened。Aservantwithapalefacestoodbeforeme，hiskneesvisiblyshaking。AndbehindhimwasCroisette。
Ithinkwefellstraightwayintooneanother’sarms。
\"AndMarie，\"Icried，\"Marie？\"
\"Marieiswithin，andmadame，\"heansweredjoyfully;\"wearetogetheragainandnothingmatters，Butoh，Anne，wherehaveyoubeen？Andwhatisthematter？Isitagreatfire？Oristhekingdead？Orwhatisit？\"
Itoldhim。Ihastilypouredoutsomeofthethingswhichhadhappenedtome，andsomewhichIfearedwereinstoreforothers。
Naturallyhewassurprisedandshockedbythelatter，thoughhisfearshadalreadybeenaroused。Buthisjoyandrelief，whenheheardthemysteryofLouisdePavannes’marriageexplained，weresogreatthattheyswallowedupallotherfeelings。Hecouldnotsayenoughaboutit。HepicturedLouisagainandagainasKit’slover，asouroldfriend，ourcompanion;astrue，staunch，bravewithoutfear，withoutreproach：anditwaslongbeforehiseyesceasedtosparkle，histonguetorunmerrily，thecolourtomantleinhischeeks——longthatisastimeiscountedbyminutes。
ButpresentlytheremembranceofLouis’dangerandourownpositionreturnedmorevividly。Ourplanforrescuinghimhadfailed——failed！
\"No！no！\"criedCroisette，stoutly。Hewouldnothearofit。
Hewouldnothaveitatanyprice。\"No，wewillnotgiveuphope！Wewillgoshouldertoshoulderandfindhim。Louisisasbraveasalionandasquickasaweasel。Wewillfindhimintimeyet。Wewillgowhen——Imeanassoonas——\"
Hefaltered，andpaused。Hissuddensilenceashelookedroundtheemptyforecourtinwhichwestoodwaseloquent。Thecoldlight，faintanduncertainyet，wasstealingintothecourt，disclosingarowofstablesoneitherside，andatinyporter’shutchbythegates，andfrontingusanoblehouseoffourstorys，tall，grey，grim—looking。
Iassented;gloomilyhowever。\"Yes，\"Isaid，\"wewillgowhen——\"
AndItoostopped。Thesamethoughtwasinmymind。Howcouldweleavethesepeople？Howcouldweleavemadameinherdangeranddistress？Howcouldwereturnherkindnessbydesertion？Wecouldnot。No，notforKit’ssake。BecauseafterallLouis，ourLouis，wasaman，andmusttakehischance。Hemusttakehischance。ButIgroaned。
Sothatwassettled。IhadalreadyexplainedourplantoCroisette：andnowaswewaitedhebegantotellmeastory，along，confusedstoryaboutMadamed’O。Ithoughthewastalkingforthesakeoftalking——tokeepupourspirits——andIdidnotattendmuchtohim;sothathehadnotreachedthegistofit，oratleastIhadnotgraspedit，whenanoisewithoutstayedhistongue。Itwasthetrampoffootsteps，apparentlyofalargepartyinthestreet。Itforcedhimtobreakoff，andpromptlydroveusalltoourposts。
Butbeforeweseparatedaslightfigure，hardlynoticeableinthatdim，uncertainlight，passedmequickly，layingforaninstantasofthandinmineasIstoodwaitingbythegates。I
havesaidIscarcelysawthefigure，thoughIdidseethekindtimideyes，andthepalecheeksunderthehood;butIbentoverthehandandkissedit，andfelt，truthtotell，nomoreregretnordoubtwhereourdutylay。Butstood，waitingpatiently。
CHAPTERIX。
THEHEADOFERASMUS。
Waiting，andwaitingalone！Thegateswerealmostdownnow。Thegangofruffianswithout，reinforcedeachmomentbyvolunteerseagerforplunder，rainedblowsunceasinglyonhingeandsocket;
andstillhotterandfasterthroughadozenriftsinthetimberscamethefireoftheirthreatsandcurses。Manygrewtired，butothersreplacedthem。Toolsbroke，buttheybroughtmoreandworkedwithsavageenergy。Theyhadshownatfirstameasureofprudence;lookingtobefiredon，andtoberesistedbymen，surprised，indeed，butdesperate;andthebolderofthemonlyhadadvanced。Butnowtheypressedroundunchecked，meetingnoresistance。Theywouldscarcelystandbacktoletthesledgeshaveswing;buthallooedandraninonthecreakingbeamsandbeatthemwiththeirfists，wheneverthegatesswayedunderablow。
Onestoutironbarstillhelditsplace。AndthisIwatchedasiffascinated。Iwasaloneintheemptycourtyard，standingalittleaside，shelteredbyoneofthestonepillarsfromwhichthegateshung。Behindmethedoorofthehousestoodajar。
Candles，whichthedaylightrenderedgarish，stillburnedintheroomsonthefirstfloor，ofwhichthetallnarrowwindowswereopen。OnthewidestonesillofoneofthesestoodCroisette，aboyishfigure，lookingsilentlydownatme，hishandonthelatticedshutter。Helookedpale，andInoddedandsmiledathim。Ifeltratherangerthanfearmyself;remembering，asthefiendishcrieshalf—deafenedme，oldtalesoftheJacquerieanditsdoings，andhowwehadtroddenitout。
Suddenlythedinandtumultflashedtoaloudernote;aswhenhoundsonthescentgivetongueatsight。Iturnedquicklyfromthehouse，recalledtoasenseofthepositionandperil。Theironbarwasyieldingtothepressure。Slowlytheleftwingofthegatewassinkinginwards。ThroughthewideningchasmI
caughtaglimpseofwild，grimyfacesandbloodshoteyes，andheardabovethenoiseasharpcryfromCroisette——acryofterror。ThenIturnedandran，withadefiantgestureandanansweringyell，rightacrosstheforecourtandupthestepstothedoor。
Iranthefasterforthesharpreportofapistolbehindme，andthewhirrofaballpastmyear。ButIwasnotscaredbyit：
andasmyfeetalightedwithaboundonthetopmoststep，I
glancedback。Thedogswerehalfwayacrossthecourt。Imadeabunglingattempttoshutandlockthegreatdoor——failedinthis;
andheardbehindmearoarofcoarsetriumph。Iwaitedfornomore。Idarteduptheoakstaircasefourstepsatatime，andrushedintothegreatdrawing—roomonmyleft，bangingthedoorbehindme。
Theoncesplendidroomwasinastateofstrangedisorder。Someoftherichtapestryhadbeenhastilytorndown。Onewindowwasclosedandshuttered;nodoubtCroisettehaddoneit。Theothertwowereopen——asiftherehadnotbeentimetoclosethem——andthecoldlightwhichtheyadmittedcontrastedinghastlyfashionwiththeyellowraysofcandlesstillburninginthesconces。
Thefurniturehadbeenhuddledasideorpiledintoabarricade，aCHEVAUXDEFRISEofchairsandtablesstretchingacrossthewidthoftheroom，itsintersticesstuffedwith，anditsweaknesspartlyscreenedby，thetorn—downhangings。Behindthisfraildefencetheirbackstoadoorwhichseemedtoleadtoaninnerroom，stoodMarieandCroisette，paleanddefiant。Theformerhadalongpike;thelatterlevelledaheavy，bell—mouthedarquebuseacrossthebackofachair，andblewuphismatchasI
entered。Bothhadinadditionprocuredswords。Idartedlikearabbitthroughalittletunnelleftonpurposeformeintherampart，andtookmystandbythem。
\"Isallright？\"ejaculatedCroisetteturningtomenervously。
\"Allright，Ithink，\"Ianswered。Iwasbreathless。
\"Youarenothurt？\"
\"Nottouched！\"
Ihadjusttimethentodrawmyswordbeforetheassailantsstreamedintotheroom，adozenruffians，reekingandtattered，withflushedfacesandgreedy，staringeyes。Onceinside，however，suddenly——sosuddenlythatanidlespectatormighthavefoundthechangeludicrous——theycametoastop。Theirwildcriesceased，andtumblingoveroneanotherwithcursesandoathstheyhalted，surveyingusinmuddledsurprise;seeingwhatwasbeforethem，andnotlikingit。Theirleaderappearedtobeatallbutcherwithapole—axeonhishalf—nakedshoulder;buttherewereamongthemtwoorthreesoldiersintheroyalliveryandcarryingpikes。Theyhadlookedforvictimsonly，havingmetwithnoresistanceatthegate，andtheforemostrecoilednowonfindingthemselvesconfrontedbythemuzzleofthearquebuseandthelightedmatch。
Iseizedtheoccasion。Iknew，indeed，thatthepausepresentedouronlychance，andIsprangonachairandwavedmyhandforsilence。Theinstinctofobedienceforthemomentasserteditself;therewasastillnessintheroom。
\"Beware！\"Icriedloudly——asloudlyandconfidentlyasIcould，consideringthattherewasaquaveratmyheartasIlookedonthosesavagefaces，whichmetandyetavoidedmyeye。\"Bewareofwhatyoudo！WeareCatholicsoneandalllikeyourselves，andgoodsonsoftheChurch。Ay，andgoodsubjectstoo！VIVELE
ROI，gentlemen！GodsavetheKing！Isay。\"AndIstruckthebarricadewithmysworduntilthemetalrangagain。\"GodsavetheKing！\"
\"CryVIVELAMESSE！\"shoutedone。
\"Certainly，gentlemen！\"Ireplied，withpoliteness。\"Withallmyheart。VIVELAMESSE！VIVELAMESSE！\"
Thistookthebutcher，wholuckilywasstillsober，utterlyaback。Hehadneverthoughtofthis。Hestaredatusasiftheoxhehadbeenabouttofellhadopeneditsmouthandspoken，andgrievouslyataloss，helookedforhelptohiscompanions。
Laterintheday，someCatholicswerekilledbythemob。Buttheirdeathsasfarascouldbelearnedafterwardswereduetoprivatefeuds。Saveinsuchcases——andtheywerefew——thecryofVIVELAMESSE！alwaysobtainedatleastarespite：moreeasilyofcourseintheearlierhoursofthemorningwhenthemobwerescarceateaseintheirlibertytokill，whilekillingstillseemedmurder，andmenwerenotyetdrunkwithbloodshed。
Ireadthehesitationofthegangintheirfaces：andwhenoneaskedroughlywhowewere，Irepliedwithgreaterboldness，\"IamM。AnnedeCaylus，nephewtotheVicomtedeCaylus，Governor，undertheKing，ofBayonneandtheLandes！\"ThisIsaidwithwhatmajestyIcould。\"Andthese\"Icontinued——\"aremybrothers。
Youwillharmusatyourperil，gentlemen。TheVicomte，believeme，willavengeeveryhairofourheads。\"
Icanshutmyeyesnowandseethestupidwonder，thebaulkedferocityofthosegapingfaces。Dullandsavageasthemenweretheywereimpressed;theysawreasonindeed，andallseemedgoingwellforuswhensomeoneintherearshouted，\"Cursedwhelps！
Throwthemover！\"
Ilookedswiftlyinthedirectionwhencethevoicecame——thedarkestcorneroftheroomthecornerbytheshutteredwindow。I
thoughtImadeoutaslenderfigure，cloakedandmasked——awoman’sitmightbebutIcouldnotbecertainandbesideitacoupleofsturdyfellows，whokeptapartfromtheherdandwellbehindtheirfugleman。
Thespeaker’scouragearosenodoubtfromhispositionatthebackoftheroom，fortheforemostoftheassailantsseemedlessdetermined。Wewereonlythree，andwemusthavegonedown，barricadeandall，beforearush。Butthreearethree。Andanarquebuse——Croisette’smatchburnedsplendidly——wellloadedwithslugsisanuglyweaponatfivepaces，andmakesnastywounds，besidesscatteringitschargefamously。This，agoodmanyofthemandtheleadersinparticular，seemedtorecognise。Wemightcertainlytaketwoorthreelives：andlifeisvaluabletoitsownerwhenplunderisafoot。BesidesmostofthemhadcommonsenseenoughtorememberthattherewerescoresofHuguenots——genuineheretics——toberobbedforthekilling，sowhygooutoftheway，theyreasoned，tocutaCatholicthroat，andperhapsgetintotrouble。WhyriskMontfauconforawhim？andoffendamanofinfluenceliketheVicomtedeCaylus，fornothing！
Unfortunatelyatthiscrisistheiroriginaldesignwasrecalledtotheirmindsbythesamevoicebehind，cryingout，\"Pavannes！
WhereisPavannes？\"
\"Ay！\"shoutedthebutcher，graspingtheidea，andatthesametimespittingonhishandsandtakingafreshgripoftheaxe，\"Showusthehereticdog，andgo！Letusathim。\"
\"M。dePavannes，\"Isaidcoolly——butIcouldnottakemyeyesofftheshiningbladeofthatman’saxe，itwassoverybroadandsharp——\"isnothere！\"
\"Thatisalie！Heisinthatroombehindyou！\"theprudentgentlemaninthebackgroundcalledout。\"Givehimup！\"
\"Ay，givehimup！\"echoedthemanofthepole—axealmostgoodhumouredly，\"oritwillbetheworseforyou。Letushaveathimandgetyougone！\"
Thiswithanairofmuchreason，whileagrowlasofachainedbeastranthroughthecrowd，mingledwithcriesof\"AMORTLES
HUGUENOTS！VIVELORRAINE！\"——crieswhichseemedtoshowthatalldidnotapproveoftheindulgenceofferedus。
\"Beware，gentlemen，beware，\"Iurged，\"Iswearheisnothere！I
swearit，doyouhear？\"
Ahowlofimpatienceandthenasuddenmovementofthecrowdasthoughtherushwerecomingwarnedmetotemporizenolonger。
\"Stay！Stay！\"Iaddedhastily。\"Oneminute！Hearme！Youaretoomanyforus。Willyousweartoletusgosafeanduntouched，ifwegiveyoupassage？\"
Adozenvoicesshriekedassent。ButIlookedatthebutcheronly。Heseemedtobeanhonestman，outofhisprofession。
\"Ay，Iswearit！\"hecriedwithanod。
\"BytheMass？\"
\"BytheMass。\"
ItwitchedCroisette’ssleeve，andhetorethefusefromhisweapon，andflungthegun——tooheavytobeofusetouslonger——
totheground。Itwasdoneinamoment。Whilethemobsweptoverthebarricade，andsmashedtherichfurnitureofitinwantonmalice，wefiledaside，andnimblyslippedunderitonebyone。Thenwehurriedinsinglefiletotheendoftheroom，noonetakingmuchnoticeofus。Allwerepressingon，intentontheirprey。Wegainedthedoorasthebutcherstruckhisfirstblowonthatwhichwehadguarded——onthatwhichwehadgivenup。
Wesprangdownthestairswithboundinghearts，heardaswereachedtheouterdoortheroarofmanyvoices，butstayednottolookbehind——pausedindeedfornothing。Fear，tospeakcandidly，lentuswings。Inthreesecondswehadleapttheprostrategates，andwereinthestreet。Acripple，twoorthreedogs，aknotofwomenlookingtimidlyyetcuriouslyin，ahorsetetheredtothestaple——wesawnothingelse。Noonestayedus。Nooneraisedahand，andinanotherminutewehadturnedacorner，andwereoutofsightofthehouse。
\"Theywilltakeagentleman’swordanothertime，\"IsaidwithaquietsmileasIputupmysword。
\"Iwouldliketoseeherfaceatthismoment，’Croisettereplied。
\"YousawMadamed’O？\"
Ishookmyhead，notanswering。Iwasnotsure，andIhadaqueer，sickeningdreadofthesubject。IfIhadseenher，Ihadseenoh！itwastoohorrible，toounnatural！Herownsister！
Herownbrotherin—law！
Ihastenedtochangethesubject。\"ThePavannes，\"Imadeshifttosay，\"musthavehadfiveminutes’start。\"
\"More，\"Croisetteanswered，\"ifMadameandhegotawayatonce。
Ifallhasgonewellwiththem，andtheyhavenotbeenstoppedinthestreetstheyshouldbeatMirepoix’sbynow。Theyseemedtobeprettysurethathewouldtakethemin。\"
\"Ah！\"Isighed。\"Whatfoolsweweretobringmadamefromthatplace！IfwehadnotmeddledwithheraffairswemighthavereachedLouislongagoourLouis，Imean。\"
\"True，\"Croisetteansweredsoftly，\"butrememberthatthenweshouldnothavesavedtheotherLouisasItrustwehave。HewouldstillbeinPallavicini’shands。Come，Anne，letusthinkitisallforthebest，\"headded，hisfaceshiningwithasteadycouragethatshamedme。\"Totherescue！Heavenwillhelpustobeintimeyet！\"
\"Ay，totherescue！\"Ireplied，catchinghisspirit。\"Firsttotheright，Ithink，secondtotheleft，firstontherightagain。
Thatwasthedirectiongivenus，wasitnot？Thehouseoppositeabook—shopwiththesignoftheHeadofErasmus。Forward，boys！
Wemaydoityet。\"
ButbeforeIpursueourfortunesfartherletmeexplain。Theroomwehadguardedsojealouslywasempty！TheplanhadbeenmineandIwasproudofit。ForonceCroisettehadfallenintohisrightfulplace。Myflightfromthegate，thevainattempttoclosethehouse，thebarricadebeforetheinnerdoor——thesewerealldesignedtodrawtheassailantstoonespot。Pavannesandhiswife——thelatterhastilydisguisedasaboy——hadhiddenbehindthedoorofthehutchbythegates——theporter’shutch，andhadslippedoutandfledinthefirstconfusionoftheattack。
Eventheservants，aswelearnedafterwards，whohadhiddenthemselvesinthelowerpartsofthehousegotawayinthesamemanner，thoughsomeofthem——theywerebutfewinallwerestoppedasHuguenotsandkilledbeforethedayended。IhadthemorereasontohopethatPavannesandhiswifewouldgetclearoff，inasmuchasIhadgiventheDuke’sringtohim，thinkingitmightservehiminastrait，andbelievingthatweshouldhavelittletofearourselvesonceclearofhishouse;unlessweshouldmeettheVidameindeed。
Wedidnotmeethimasitturnedout;butbeforewehadtraversedaquarterofthedistancewehadtogowefoundthatfearsbasedonreasonwerenottheonlyterrorswehadtoresist。Pavannes’
house，wherewehadhithertobeen，stoodatsomedistancefromthecentreoftheblood—stormwhichwasenwrappingunhappyParisthatmorning。ItwasseveralhundredpacesfromtheRuedeBethisywheretheAdmirallived，andwhatwiththiscomparativeremotenessandtheexcitementofourownlittledrama，wehadnotattendedmuchtothefuryofthebells，theshotsandcriesanduproarwhichproclaimedthestateofthecity。Wehadnotpicturedthesceneswhichwerehappeningsonear。Nowinthestreetsthetruthbrokeuponus，anddrovethebloodfromourcheeks。Ahundredyards，theturningofacorner，sufficed。Wewhobutyesterdayleftthecountry，whoonlyaweekbeforewereboys，carelessasotherboys，notreckingofdeathatall，wereplungednowintothemidstofhorrorsIcannotdescribe。Andtheawfulcontrastbetweentheskyaboveandthethingsaboutus！
Evennowthelarkwassingingnotfarfromus;thesunshinewasstrikingthetopmoststoreysofthehouses;thefleecycloudswerepassingoverhead，thefreshnessofasummermorningwas——
Ah！wherewasit？Nothereinthenarrowlanessurely，thatechoedandre—echoedwithshrieksandcursesandfranticprayers：
inwhichbandsoffuriousmenrushedupanddown，andwherearchersoftheguardandthemorecruelrabblewerebreakingindoorsandwindows，andhurryingwithbloodyweaponsfromhousetohouse，seeking，pursuing，andatlastkillinginsomehorridcorner，someplaceofdarkness——killingwithblowonblowdealtonwrithingbodies！Nothere，surely，whereeachminuteachild，awomandiedsilently，amansnarlinglikeawolf——happyifhehadsnatchedhisweaponandgothisbacktothewall：wherefoulcorpsesdammedtheverybloodthatrandownthekennel，andchildren——littlechildren——playedwiththem！
IwasatCahorsin1580inthegreatstreetfight;andtherewomenwerekilled，IwaswithChatillonnineyearslater，whenherodethroughtheFaubourgsofParis，withthisverydayandhisfatherColignyinhismind，andgavenoquarter。IwasatCourtasandIvry，andmorethanoncehaveseenprisonersledouttobepikedinbatches——ay，andbyhundreds！Butwariswar，andthesewereitsvictims，dyingforthemostpartunderGod’sheavenwitharmsintheirhands：notmenandwomenfreshrousedfromtheirsleep。Ifeltonthoseoccasionsnosuchhorror，I
haveneverfeltsuchburningpityandindignationasonthemorningIamdescribing，thatlong—pastsummermorningwhenI
firstsawthesunshiningonthestreetsofParis。Croisetteclungtome，sickandwhite，shuttinghiseyesandears，andlettingmeguidehimasIwould。Mariestrodealongontheothersideofhim，hislipsclosed，hiseyessinister。Onceasoldieroftheguardwhoseblood—stainedhandsbetrayedtheworkhehaddone，camereeling——hewasdrunk，asweremanyofthebutchers——
acrossourpath，andIgavewayalittle。Mariedidnot，butwalkedstolidlyonasifhedidnotseehim，asifthewaywereclear，andtherewerenouglythinginGod’simageblockingit。
Onlyhishandwentasifbyaccidenttothehaftofhisdagger。
Thearcher——fortunatelyforhimselfandforustoo——reeledclearofus。Weescapedthatdanger。Buttoseewomenkilledandpassby——itwashorrible！SohorriblethatifinthosemomentsIhadhadthewishing—cap，Iwouldhaveaskedbutforfivethousandriders，andleavetochargewiththemthroughthestreetsofParis！IwouldhavehadthedaysoftheJacqueriebackagain，andmymen—at—armsbehindme！
Forourselves，thoughtheorgywasatitsheightwhenwepassed，wewerenotmolested。Wewerestoppedindeedthreetimes——onceineachofthestreetswetraversed——bydifferentbandsofmurderers。Butasweworethesamebadgesasthemselves，andcried\"VIVELAMESSE！\"andgaveournames，wewereallowedtoproceed。Icangivenoideaoftheconfusionanduproar，andI
scarcelybelievemyselfnowthatwesawsomeofthethingswewitnessed。Onceamangailydressed，andsplendidlymounted，dashedpastus，wavinghisnakedswordandcryinginafrenziedway\"Bleedthem！Bleedthem！BleedinMay，asgoodto—day！\"
andneverceasedcryingoutthesamewordsuntilhepassedbeyondourhearing。Oncewecameuponthebodiesofafatherandtwosons，whichlaypiledtogetherinthekennel;partlystrippedalready。Theyoungestboycouldnothavebeenmorethanthirteen，Imentionthisgroup，notassurpassingothersinpathos，butbecauseitiswellknownnowthatthisboy，JacquesNompardeCaumont，wasnotdead，butlivesto—day，myfriendtheMarshaldelaForce。
Thisremindsmetooofthesingleactofkindnesswewereabletoperform。Wefoundourselvessuddenly，onturningacorner，amidagangofsevenoreightsoldiers，whohadstoppedandsurroundedahandsomeboy，apparentlyaboutfourteen。Heworeascholar’sgown，andhadsomebooksunderhisarm，towhichheclungfirmly——thoughonlyperhapsbyinstinct——notwithstandingthefuriousairofthemenwhowerethreateninghimwithdeath。Theywereloudlydemandinghisname，aswepausedoppositethem。Heeithercouldnotorwouldnotgiveit，butsaidseveraltimesinhisfrightthathewasgoingtotheCollegeofBurgundy。WasheaCatholic？theycried。Hewassilent。Withanoaththemanwhohadholdofhiscollarlifteduphispike，andnaturallytheladraisedthebookstoguardhisface。AcrybrokefromCroisette。
Werushedforwardtostaytheblow。
\"See！see！\"heexclaimedloudly，hisvoicearrestingtheman’sarmintheveryactoffalling。\"HehasaMassBook！HehasaMassBook！Heisnotaheretic！HeisaCatholic！\"
Thefellowloweredhisweapon，andsullenlysnatchedthebooks。
Helookedatthemstupidlywithbloodshotwanderingeyes，theredcrossonthevellumbindings，theonlythingheunderstood。Butitwasenoughforhim;hebidtheboybegone，andreleasedhimwithacuffandanoath。
Croisettewasnotsatisfiedwiththis，thoughIdidnotunderstandhisreason;onlyIsawhimexchangeaglancewiththelad。\"Come，come！\"hesaidlightly。\"Givehimhisbooks！Youdonotwantthem！\"
Butonthatthementurnedsavagelyuponus。Theydidnotthankusforthepartwehadalreadytaken;andthistheythoughtwasgoingtoofar。Theywerehalfdrunkandquarrelsome，andbeingtwotoone，andtwoover，begantoflourishtheirweaponsinourfaces。Mischiefwouldcertainlyhavebeendone，andveryquickly，hadnotanunexpectedallyappearedonourside。
\"Putup！putup！\"thisgentlemancriedinaboisterousvoice——
hewasalreadyinourmidst。\"Whatisallthisabout？Whatistheuseoffightingamongstourselves，whenthereismanyabonnythroattocut，andheaventobegainedbyit！putup，Isay！\"
\"Whoareyou？\"theyroaredinchorus。
\"TheDukeofGuise！\"heansweredcoolly。\"Letthegentlemengo，andbehangedtoyou，yourascals！\"
Theman’sbearingwasastrongerargumentthanhiswords，forI
amsurethatastouterormorerecklessbladeneverswaggeredinchurchorstreet。Iknewhiminstantly，andeventhecrewofbutchersseemedtoseeinhimtheirmaster。Theyhungbackafewcursesathim，buthavingnothingtogaintheyyielded。Theythrewdownthebookswithcontempt——showingtherebytheirsenseoftruereligion;andtroopedoffroaring，\"TUES！TUES！AuxHuguenots！\"atthetopoftheirvoices。
ThenewcomerthusleftwithuswasBure——BlaiseBure——thesamewhoonlyyesterday，thoughitseemedmonthsandmonthsback，hadluredusintoBezers’power。Sincethatmomentwehadnotseenhim。Nowhehadwipedoffpartofthedebt，andwelookedathim，uncertainwhethertoreproachhimorno。He，however，wasnotonewhitabashed，butreturnedourregardswithanotunkindlyleer。
\"Ibearnomalice，younggentlemen，\"hesaidimpudently。
\"No，Ishouldthinknot，\"Ianswered。
\"Andbesides，wearequitsnow，\"theknavecontinued。
\"Youareverykind，\"Isaid。
\"Tobesure。Youdidmeagoodturnonce，\"heanswered，muchtomysurprise。Heseemedtobeinearnestnow。\"Youdonotrememberit，younggentleman，butitwasyouandyourbrotherhere\"——hepointedtoCroisette——\"didit！AndbythePopeandtheKingofSpainIhavenotforgottenit！\"
\"Ihave，\"Isaid。
\"What！YouhaveforgottenspittingthatfellowatCaylustendaysago？CA！SA！Youremember。Andverycleanlydone，too！
Aprettystroke！Well，M。Anne，thatwasacleverfellow，averycleverfellow。HethoughtsoandIthoughtso，andwhatwasmoretothepurposethemostnobleRaouldeBezersthoughtsotoo。
Youunderstand！\"
HeleeredatmeandIdidunderstand。IunderstoodthatunwittinglyIhadridBlaiseBureofarival。Thisaccountedfortherespectful，almostthekindlywayinwhichhehad——well，deceivedus。
\"Thatisall，\"hesaid。\"Ifyouwantasmuchdoneforyou，letmeknow。Forthepresent，gentlemen，farewell！\"
Hecockedhishatfiercely，andwentoffatspeedthewaywehadourselvesbeengoing;hummingashewent，\"Cepetithommetantjoli，Quitoujourscauseettoujoursrit，QuitoujoursbaisesamignonneDieugard’demalcepetithomme！\"
Hisrecklesssongcamebacktousonthesummerbreeze。Wewatchedhimmakeaplayfulpassatacorpsewhichsomeonehadproppedinghastlyfashionagainstadoor——andmissit——andgoonwhistlingthesameair——andthenacornerhidhimfromview。
Welingeredonlyamomentourselves;merelytospeaktotheboywehadbefriended。
\"Showthebooksifanyonechallengesyou，\"saidCroisettetohimshrewdly。Croisettewassomuchofaboyhimself，withhisfairhairlikeahaloabouthiswhite，excitedface，thatthepictureofthetwo，oneadvisingtheother，seemedtomeastrangelyprettyone。\"Showthebooksandpointtothecrossonthem。AndHeavensendyousafetoyourcollege。\"
\"Iwouldliketoknowyourname，ifyouplease，\"saidtheboy。
Hiscoolnessanddignitystruckmeasadmirableunderthecircumstances。\"IamMaximiliandeBethune，sonoftheBarondeRosny，\"
\"Then，\"saidCroisettebriskly，\"onegoodturnhasdeservedanother。Yourfather，yesterday，atEtampes——noitwasthedaybefore，butwehavenotbeeninbed——warnedus——\"
Hebrokeoffsuddenly;thencried，\"Run！run！\"
Theboyneedednosecondwarningindeed。Hewasofflikethewinddownthestreet，forwehadseenandsohadhe，thestealthyapproachoftwoorthreeprowlingrascalsonthelookoutforavictim。Theycaughtsightofhimandwerestronglyinclinedtofollowhim;butweweretheirmatchinnumbers。Thestreetwasotherwiseemptyatthemoment：andweshowedthemthreeexcellentreasonswhytheyshouldgivehimaclearstart。
Hisafteradventuresarewell—known：forhe，too，lives。Hewasstoppedtwiceafterheleftus。Ineachcaseheescapedbyshowinghisbookofoffices。Onreachingthecollegetheporterrefusedtoadmithim，andheremainedforsometimeintheopenstreetexposedtoconstantdangeroflosinghislife，andknowingnotwhattodo。Atlengthheinducedthegatekeeper，bythepresentofsomesmallpiecesofmoney，tocalltheprincipalofthecollege，andthismanhumanelyconcealedhimforthreedays。
Themassacrebeingthenatanend，twoarmedmeninhisfather’spaysoughthimoutandrestoredhimtohisfriends。SonearwasFrancetolosinghergreatestminister，theDukedeSully。
Toreturntoourselves。Theladoutofsight，weinstantlyresumedourpurpose，andtryingtoshutoureyesandearstothecruelty，andribaldry，anduproarthroughwhichwehadstilltopass，wecountedourturningswithadesperateexactness，intentonlyononething——toreachLouisdePavannes，toreachthehouseoppositetotheHeadofErasmus，asquicklyaswecould。Wepresentlyenteredalong，narrowstreet。Attheendofittheriverwasvisiblegleamingandsparklinginthesunlight。Thestreetwasquiet;quietandempty。Therewasnolivingsoultobeseenfromendtoendofit，onlyaprowlingdog。Thenoiseofthetumultraginginotherpartswassoftenedherebydistanceandtheinterveninghouses。Weseemedtobeabletobreathemorefreely。
\"Thisshouldbeourstreet，\"saidCroisette。
Inodded。AtthesamemomentIespied，half—waydownit，thesignweneededandpointedtoit，Butah！wereweintime？Ortoolate？Thatwasthequestion。Byasingleimpulsewebrokeintoarun，andshotdowntheroadwayatspeed。AfewyardsshortoftheHeadofErasmuswecame，onebyone，Croisettefirst，toafullstop。Afullstop！
Thehouseoppositethebookseller’swassacked！guttedfromtoptobottom。Itwasatallhouse，immediatelyfrontingthestreet，andeverywindowinitwasbroken。Thedoorhungforlornlyononehinge，glaringcracksinitssurfaceshowingwheretheaxehadsplinteredit。Fragmentsofglassandware，hungoutandshatteredinsheerwantonness，strewedthesteps：anddownonecornerofthelatteradarkredstreamtrickled——tocurdlebyandbyinthegutter。Whencecamethestream？Alas！therewassomethingmoretobeseenyet，somethingoureyesinstinctivelysoughtlastofall。Thebodyofaman。
Itlayonthethreshold，theheadhangingback，thewideglazedeyeslookinguptothesummerskywhencetheswelteringheatwouldsoonpourdownuponit。Welookedshudderingattheface。
Itwasthatofaservant，avaletwhohadbeenwithLouisatCaylus。Werecognisedhimatonceforwehadknownandlikedhim。Hehadcarriedourgunsonthehillsadozentimes，andtoldusstoriesofthewar。Thebloodcrawledslowlyfromhim。
Hewasdead。
Croisettebegantoshakeallover。Heclutchedoneofthepillars，whichboreuptheporch，andpressedhisfaceagainstitscoldsurface，hidinghiseyesfromthesight。Theworsthadcome。InourheartsIthinkwehadalwaysfanciedsomeaccidentwouldsaveourfriend，somestrangerwarnhim。
\"Oh，poor，poorKit！\"Croisettecried，burstingsuddenlyintoviolentsobs。\"Oh，Kit！Kit！\"
CHAPTERX。
HAU，HAU，HUGUENOTS！
HislateMajesty，HenrytheFourth，Iremember——thanwhomnobravermanworesword，wholoveddangerindeedforitsownsake，andcourteditasamistress——couldneversleeponthenightbeforeanaction。IhaveheardhimsayhimselfthatitwassobeforethefightatArques。Croisettepartookofthisnaturetoo，beinghigh—strungandapttobeeasilyover—wrought，butneveruntilthenecessityforexertionhadpassedaway：whileMarieandI，thoughnotawhitstouteratapinch，wereslowertofeelandlesseasytomove——moreGermanicinfact。
InamethisherepartlylestitshouldbethoughtafterwhatI
havejusttoldofCroisettethattherewasanythingofthewomanabouthim——savethetenderness;andpartlytoshowthatweactedatthiscrisiseachafterhismanner。’WhileCroisetteturnedpaleandtrembled，andhidhiseyes，Istooddazed，lookingfromthedesolatehousetothefacestiffeninginthesunshine，andbackagain;wondering，thoughIhadseenscoresofdeadfacessincedaybreak，andaplenitudeofsufferinginalldreadfulshapes，howProvidencecouldletthishappentous。Tous！Inhisinstinctsmanisasselfishasanyanimalthatlives。
Isawnothingindeedofthedeadfaceanddeadhouseafterthefirstconvincingglance。Isawinsteadwithhot，hoteyestheoldcastleathome，thegreenfieldsaboutthebrook，andthegreyhillsrisingfromthem;andtheterrace，andKitcomingtomeetus，Kitwithwhitefaceandpartedlipsandavideyesthatquestionedus！Andwewithnocomforttogiveher，nolovertobringbacktoher！
Afaintnoisebehindasofasigncreakinginthewind，rousedmefromthismostpainfulreverie。Iturnedround，notquicklyorinsurpriseorfear。Ratherinthesamedullwonder。Theupperpartofthebookseller’sdoorwasajar。ItwasthatIhadheardopened。Anoldwomanwaspeeringoutatus。
Asoureyesmet，shemadeaslightmovementtoclosethedooragain。ButIdidnotstir，andseemingtobereassuredbyasecondglance，shenoddedtomeinastealthyfashion。Idrewastepnearer，listlessly。\"Pst！Pst！\"shewhispered。Herwrinkledoldface，whichwaslikeaNormandyapplelongkept，wassoftwithpityasshelookedatCroisette。\"Pst！\"
\"Well！\"Isaid，mechanically。
\"Ishetaken？\"shemuttered。
\"Whotaken？\"Iaskedstupidly。
Shenoddedtowardstheforsakenhouse，andanswered，\"Theyounglordwholodgedthere？Ah！sirs，\"shecontinued，\"helookedgayandhandsome，ifyou’llbelieveme，ashecamefromtheking’scourtyestereven！Asbonnyasightinhissatincoat，andhisribbons，asmyeyeseversaw！Andtothinkthattheyshouldbehuntinghimlikearatto—day！\"
Thewoman’swordswerefewandsimple。Butwhatachangetheymadeinmyworld！Howmyheartawokefromitsstupor，andleaptupwithanewjoyandanew—bornhope！\"Didhegetaway？\"I
criedeagerly。\"Didheescape，mother，then？\"
\"Ay，that。hedid！\"sherepliedquickly。\"Thatpoorfellow，yonder——heliesquietenoughnowGodforgivehimhisheresy，sayI！——keptthedoormanfullywhilethegentlemangotontheroof，andranrightdownthestreetonthetopsofthehouses，withthemfiringandhootingathim：foralltheworldasifhehadbeenasquirrelandtheyapackofboyswithstones！\"
\"Andheescaped？\"
\"Escaped！\"sheansweredmoreslowly，shakingheroldheadindoubt。\"IdonotknowaboutthatIfeartheyhavegothimbynow，gentlemen。Ihavebeenshiveringandshakingupstairswithmyhusband——heisinbed，goodman，andthesafestplaceforhim——thesaintshavemercyuponus！ButIheardthemgowiththeirshoutingandgunpowderrightalongtotheriver，andIdoubttheywilltakehimbetweenthisandtheCHATELET！Idoubttheywill。\"
\"Howlongagowasit，dame？\"Icried。
\"Oh！maybehalfanhour。Perhapsyouarefriendsofhis？\"sheaddedquestioningly。
ButIdidnotstaytoanswerher。IshookCroisette，whohadnotheardawordofthis，bytheshoulder。Thereisachancethathehasescaped！\"Icriedinhisear。Escaped，doyouhear？\"AndI
toldhimhastilywhatshehadsaid。
Itwasfine，indeed，andasight，toseethebloodrushtohischeeks，andthetearsdryinhiseyes，andenergyanddecisionspringtolifeineverynerveandmuscleofhisface，\"Thenthereishope？\"hecried，graspingmyarm。\"Hope，Anne！Come！Come！
Donotletusloseanotherinstant。Ifhebealiveletusjoinhim！\"
Theoldwomantriedtodetainus，butinvain。Nay，pityingus，andfearing，Ithink，thatwewererushingonourdeaths，shecastasidehercaution，andcalledafterusaloud。Wetooknoheed，runningafterCroisette，whohadnotwaitedforouranswer，asfastasyounglimbscouldcarryusdownthestreet。Theexhaustionwehadfeltamomentbeforewhenallseemedlostbeitrememberedthatwehadnotbeentobedortastedfoodformanyhours——fellfromusontheinstant，andwascleangoneandforgotteninthejoyofthisrespite。Louiswaslivingandforthemomenthadescaped。
Escaped！Butforhowlong？Wesoonhadouranswer。Themomentweturnedthecornerbytheriver—side，themurmurofamultitudenotloudbutcontinuous，struckourears，evenasthebreezeoffthewatersweptourcheeks。AcrosstheriverlaythethousandroofsoftheIledelaCite，allsparklinginthesunshine。Butweswepttotheright，thinkinglittleofTHATsight，andcheckedourspeedonfindingourselvesontheskirtsofthecrowd。
Beforeuswasabridge——thePontauChange，Ithink——andatitsheadonoursideofthewaterstoodtheCHATELET，withitshoaryturretsandbattlements。Betweenusandthelatter，andbackedonlybytheriver，wasagreatopenspacehalf—filledwithpeople，mostlysilentandwatchful，cometogetherastoashow，andbetraying，atpresentatleast，nodesiretotakeanactivepartinwhatwasgoingon。
Wehurriedlyplungedintothethrong，andsooncaughtthecluetothequietnessandthelackofmovementwhichseemedtoprevail，andwhichatfirstsighthadpuzzledus。Foramomenttheabsenceofthedreadfulsymptomswehadcometoknowsowell——theflyingandpursuing，therandomblows，theshrieksandcursesandbatteringsondoors，thetipsyyells，hadreassuredus。Butthereliefwasshort—lived。Thepeoplebeforeuswereundercontrol。
Atightergripseemedtocloseuponourheartsaswediscernedthis，forweknewthatthewildfuryofthepopulace，liketherushofabull，mighthavegivensomechanceofescape——inthiscaseasinothers。Butthiscold—bloodedorderedsearchleftnone。
Everyfaceaboutuswasturnedinthesamedirection;awayfromtheriverandtowardsablockofoldhouseswhichstoodoppositetoit。Thespaceimmediatelyinfrontofthesewasempty，thepeoplebeingkeptbackbyascoreorsoofarchersoftheguardsetatintervals，andbyasmanyhorsemen，whokeptridingupanddown，belabouringthebolderspiritswiththeflatoftheirswords，andsopreservingaline。Ateachextremityofthis——morenoticeablyonourleftwherethelinecurvedroundtheangleofthebuildings——stoodahandfulofriders，seveninagroupperhaps。Andaloneinthemiddleofthespacesokeptclear，walkinghishorseupanddownandgazingatthehousesrodeamanofgreatstature，bootedandarmed，thefeathernoddinginhisbonnet。Icouldnotseehisface，butIhadnoneedtoseeit。
Iknewhim，andgroanedaloud。ItwasBezers！
Iunderstoodthescenebetternow。Thehorsemen，stern，beardedSwitzersforthemostpart，whoeyedtherabbleaboutthemwithgrimdisdain，andwerebynomeanscharyoftheirblows，wereallinhiscoloursandarmedtotheteeth。Theorderanddisciplinewereofhismaking：therevengeofhisseeking。Agraspasofsteelhadsettleduponourfriend，andIfeltthathislastchancewasgone。LouisdePavannesmightaswellbelyingonhisthresholdwithhisdeadservantbyhisside，asbeinhidingwithinthatringoforderedswords。
Itwaswithdespairingeyeswelookedattheoldwoodenhouses。
Theyseemedtobebowingthemselvestowardsus，theirupperstoriesprojectedsofar，theyweresodecrepit。Theirroofswereawildernessofguttersandcrookedgables，oftotteringchimneysandwoodenpinnaclesandrottingbeams，AmongsttheseI
judgedKit’sloverwashiding。Well，itwasagoodplaceforhideandseek—withanyotherplayerthanDEATH。Inthegroundfloorsofthehousestherewerenowindowsandnodoors;byreason，Ilearnedafterwards，ofthefrequentfloodingoftheriver。Butalongwoodengalleryraisedonstrutsranalongthefront，rathermorethantheheightofamanfromtheground，andaccesstothiswasgainedbyawoodenstaircaseateachend。
Abovethisfirstgallerywasasecond，andabovethatalineofwindowssetbetweenthegables。Theblock——itmayhaverunforseventyoreightyyardsalongtheshore——containedfourhouses，eachwithadooropeningontothelowergallery。IsawindeedthatbutfortheVidame’sprecautionsLouismightwellhaveescaped。Hadthemoboncepouredhelter—skelterintothatlabyrinthofroomsandpassageshemightwithluckhavemingledwiththem，unheededandunrecognized，andeffectedhisescapewhentheyretreated。
Butnowthereweresentriesoneachgalleryandmoreontheroof。
Wheneveroneofthelattermovedorseemedtobelookinginward——
whereasearchparty，Iunderstood，wereatwork——indeed，ifhedidbutturnhishead，athrillranthroughthecrowdandamurmurarose，whichonceortwiceswelledtoasavageroarsuchasearlierhadmademetremble。Whenthishappenedtheimpulsecame，itseemedtome，fromthefartherendoftheline。Theretherougherelementswerecollected，andthereImorethanoncesawBezers’troopersinconflictwiththemob。Inthatquartertooasavagechantwaspresentlystruckup，thewholegatheringjoininginandyellingwithanindescribablyappallingeffect：
\"Hau！Hau！Huguenots！
FaitesplaceauxPapegots！\"
inderisionoftheoldsongsaidtobepopularamongsttheProtestants。ButintheHuguenotversionthelastwordswereofcoursetransposed。
Wehadworkedourwaybythistimetothefrontoftheline，andlookingintooneanother’seyes，mutelyaskedaquestion;butnotevenCroisettehadananswerready。Therecouldbenoanswerbutone。Whatcouldwedo？Nothing。Weweretoolate。Toolateagain！Andyethowdreadfulitwastostandstillamongthecruel，thoughtlessmobandseeourfriend，thetouchofwhosehandweknewsowell，donetodeathfortheirsport！Donetodeathastheoldwomanhadsaidlikeanyrat，notasoulsaveourselvespityinghim！Notasoultoturnsickathiscryofagony，orshudderattheglanceofhisdyingeyes。Itwasdreadfulindeed。
\"Ah，well，\"mutteredawomanbesidemetohercompanion——thereweremanywomeninthecrowd——\"itisdownwiththeHuguenots，sayI！ItisLorraineisthefineman！Butafterallyonisabonnyfellowandaproper，Margot！IsawhimleapfromrooftoroofoverLoveLane，asiftheblessedsaintshadcarriedhim。Andhimaheretic！\"
\"Itistheblackart，\"theotheranswered，crossingherself。
\"Maybeitis！Buthewillneeditalltogivethatbigmantheslipto—day，\"repliedthefirstspeakercomfortably。
\"Thatdevil！\"Margotexclaimed，pointingwithastealthygestureofhateattheVidame。Andtheninafiercewhisper，withinarticulatethreats，shetoldastoryofhim，whichmademeshudder。\"Hedid！Andsheinreligiontoo！\"sheconcluded。