One drunkard who shouted was clubbed on the head by his neighbour.
Gaspard saw his chance.
"My word to you--the Duke's word--is to forestall this devilry.

Follow me, and strike down every band of white-badged Huguenots.

For among them be sure is the cub of Navarre." It was the leadership which the masterless men wanted.

Fifty swords were raised, and a shout went up which shook the windows of that lodging where even now Teliguy was being done to death.

With the two horsemen at their head the rabble poured westwards towards the Rue d'Arbre Sec and the Louvre, for there in the vicinity of the Palace were the likeliest coverts.
"Now Heaven send us Petrucci," said Gaspard.