The tesselated marble pavement, the graceful, cloister-like arcades ran red with blood.

The ill-armed burghers faced their enemies clad in complete panoply, but they could only die for their homes.

The massacre at this point was enormous, the resistance at last overcome.
Meantime, the Spanish cavalry had cleft its way through the city.

On the side farthest removed from the castle; along the Horse-market, opposite the New-town, the states dragoons and the light horse of Beveren had been posted, and the flying masses of pursuers and pursued swept at last through this outer circle.

Champagny was already there.