"To the Palais! Down with M.de Lesdiguieres! Death to the King's Lieutenant!" He was master of the wind, indeed.

His dangerous gift of oratory--a gift nowhere more powerful than in France, since nowhere else are men's emotions so quick to respond to the appeal of eloquence--had given him this mastery.

At his bidding now the gale would sweep away the windmill against which he had flung himself in vain.

But that, as he straightforwardly revealed it, was no part of his intent.
"Ah, wait!" he bade them.

"Is this miserable instrument of a corrupt system worth the attention of your noble indignation ?" He hoped his words would be reported to M.de Lesdiguieres.