"And has no cross!" they persisted.

They could understand that.

Of what use crosses, if they were not to kill where there was no cross?
Daylight was not plainer.

Tavannes' face grew dark, and he shook his finger at the archer who had spoken.
"Rogue," he cried, "does the King's will run here only?
Are there no other houses to sack or men to kill, that you must beard me?
And favour?
You will have little of mine, if you do not budge and take your vile tail with you! Off! Or must I cry 'Tavannes!' and bid my people sweep you from the streets ?" The foremost rank hesitated, awed by his manner and his name; while the rearmost, attracted by the prospect of easier pillage, had gone off already.

The rest wavered; and another and another broke away.