We escaped that danger.

But to see women killed and pass by--it was horrible! So horrible that if in those moments I had had the wishing-cap, I would have asked but for five thousand riders, and leave to charge with them through the streets of Paris! I would have had the days of the Jacquerie back again, and my men-at-arms behind me! For ourselves, though the orgy was at its height when we passed, we were not molested.

We were stopped indeed three times--once in each of the streets we traversed--by different bands of murderers.

But as we wore the same badges as themselves, and cried "VIVE LA MESSE!" and gave our names, we were allowed to proceed.

I can give no idea of the confusion and uproar, and I scarcely believe myself now that we saw some of the things we witnessed.