Your conscience will tell you that, fallen as you have into the hands of Huguenots, you could only expect death; but it is not for the purpose of punishment that you have been captured.

You are taken as hostages.
My friends, the Count de Laville and the Sieur D'Arblay, were yesterday carried prisoners into Toulouse; and with them Monsieur de Merouville, whose only fault was that he had afforded them a night's shelter.

His innocent wife was also dragged away with him.
"You, sir," he said to one of the prisoners, "appear to me to be the oldest of the party.

At daybreak you will be released; and will bear, to your colleagues in the city, the news that these nine persons are prisoners in my hands.

You will state that, if any body of men approaches this place from any quarter, these nine persons will at once be hung up to the branches above us.