When he fell, his lieutenants let themselves be taken "like lambs" beside his corpse.

"They were destined to serve as examples," writes Villars, "but the manner in which they met death was more calculated to confirm their religious spirit in these wrong heads than to destroy it.

Lieutenant Maille was a fine young man of wits above the common.

He heard his sentence with a smile, passed through the town of Nimes with the same air, begging the priest not to plague him; the blows dealt him did not alter this air in the least, and did not elicit a single exclamation.

His arms broken, he still had strength to make signs to the priest to be off, and, as long as he could speak, he encouraged the others.