Here was grumbling against the magistrates--why wait?
There, stealthy plannings and arrangements; everywhere a grinding of weapons and casting of slugs.

Old grudges, new rivalries, a scholar's venom, a priest's dislike, here was final vent for all.

None need leave this feast unsated! It was a man of this class, sent out for the purpose, who first espied Count Hannibal's company approaching.

He bore the news into the town, and by the time the travellers reached the city gate, the dusky street within, on which lights were beginning to twinkle from booths and casements, was alive with figures running to meet them and crying the news as they ran.

The travellers, weary and road-stained, had no sooner passed under the arch than they found themselves the core of a great crowd which moved with them and pressed about them; now unbonneting, and now calling out questions, and now shouting, "Vive le Roi! Vive le Roi!" Above the press, windows burst into light; and over all, the quaint leaning gables of the old timbered houses looked down on the hurry and tumult.
They passed along a narrow street in which the rabble, hurrying at Count Hannibal's bridle, and often looking back to read his face, had much ado to escape harm; along this street and before the yawning doors of a great church whence a breath heavy with incense and burning wax issued to meet them.