The songs died on their lips as they saw bearing down on them an avenging army.

The scared cries of "The Huguenots!" "Montgomery!" were to Gaspard's following a confirmation of their treachery.

The swords of the bravos and the axes and knives of the Parisian mob made havoc with the civilian rabble, but the men-at-arms recovered themselves and in knots fought a stout battle.

But the band was broken at the start by the two grim horsemen who rode through it as through meadow grass, their blades falling terribly, and then turned and cut their way back.
Yet a third time they turned, and in that last mowing they found their desire.

A tall man in crimson appeared before them.