He must make certain that the fall had killed Garnache.
Breathless and worn as he was, all spattered now with blood from the scratch in his cheek, which lent him a terrific aspect, he dashed from that shambles and across the guard-room.

He snatched up a lighted lantern that had been left in the doorway and leapt down the stairs and into the courtyard.

Here he came upon Monsieur de Tressan with a half-dozen fellows at his heels, all more or less half clad, but all very fully armed with swords and knives, and one or two with muskets.
Roughly, with little thought for the dignity of his high office, he thrust the Lord Seneschal aside and turned the men.

Some he ordered off to the stables to get horses, for if Garnache had survived his leap and swum the moat, they must give chase.

Whatever betide, the Parisian must not get away.