It was to these he spoke.
"Begone, dogs!" he cried, in a voice that startled the nearest, "or I will whip you away with my stirrup-leathers! Do you hear?
Begone! This house is not for you! Burn, kill, plunder where you will, but go hence!" "But 'tis on the list!" one of the wretches yelled.

"'Tis on the list!" And he pushed forward until he stood at Tignonville's elbow.
"And has no cross!" shrieked another, thrusting himself forward in his turn.

"See you, let us by, whoever you are! In the King's name, kill! It has no cross!" "Then," Tavannes thundered, "will I nail you for a cross to the front of it! No cross, say you?
I will make one of you, foul crow!" And as he spoke, his arm shot out; the man recoiled, his fellow likewise.
But one of the mounted archers took up the matter.
"Nay, but, my lord," he said--he knew Tavannes--"it is the King's will there be no favour shown to-night to any, small or great.

And this house is registered, and is full of heretics." "And has no cross!" the rabble urged in chorus.

And they leapt up and down in their impatience, and to see the better.