The gates were forced, the condemned released, the priests who happened to be in the house killed or dispersed.

The archpriest had let himself down by a window; he broke his thigh; he was found hiding in a bush; the castle was in flames.

"No mercy, no mercy!" shouted the madmen; "the Spirit willeth that he die." Every one of the Huguenots stabbed the poor wretch with their poniards: "That's for my father, broken on the wheel; that's for my brother, sent to the galleys; that's for my mother, who died of grief; that's for my relations in exile!" He received fifty-two wounds.

Next day the Cevennes were everywhere in revolt.

A prophet named Seguier was at the head of the insurrection.