"If I live to see the morning light, it shall not be forgotten!" Baudichon leant across the dead, and shook Claude's hand.

"For the women and children!" he said, his fat face shaking like a jelly; though no man had fought that night with a more desperate valour.

"If I live to see the morning inquire for Baudichon of the council." Jehan Brosse, the bandy-legged tailor with the huge sword--he was but five feet high and no one up to that night had known him for a hero--squared his shoulders and looked at Claude, as one who takes another under his protection.

"Baudichon the councillor, whom all men know in Geneva," he said with an affectionate look at the great man--he was proud of the company to which his prowess had raised him.

"You will not forget the name! no fear of that! And now on!" "Ay, on!" Blandano answered, looking round on his panting followers, of whom some were staunching their wounds and some, with dark faces and gleaming eyeballs, were loading and priming their arms.