And he rang his sword on the doorstep.

"Ay! Ay!" "We come to thank you for the blow struck this night from this house! That it rid us of one of our worst foes was a small thing, girl.

But that it put heart into our burghers and strength into their arms at a critical moment was another and a greater thing.

Which shall not, if Geneva stand--as stand by God's pleasure she shall, the stronger for this night's work--be forgotten! The name of Mere Royaume will at the next meeting of the Greater Council be inscribed among the names of those whom the Free City thanks for their services this night!" A murmur of stern approval that began with those in the house rolled through the doorway and was echoed by the waiting throng that filled the street.
She was weeping.

All it meant, all it might mean, what warranty of powerful friends, what fame beyond the reach of dark stories, or a woman's spite, she could not yet understand, she could not yet appreciate.