The next moment we had surged forward, and were swaying to and fro in the midst of the crowd.
What ensued I cannot tell.

The outlook, so far as I was concerned, was limited to wildly plunging horses--we were in the centre of the band and riders swaying in the saddle--with a glimpse here and there of a fringe of white scowling faces and tossing arms.

Once, a lane opening, I saw the Vidame's charger--he was in the van--stumble and fall among the crowd and heard a great shout go up.

But Bezers by a mighty effort lifted it to its legs again.

And once too, a minute later, those riding on my right, swerved outwards, and I saw something I never afterwards forgot.
It was the body of the Coadjutor, lying face upwards, the eyes open and the teeth bared in a last spasm.