He was at home waiting, with that calm which perfect trust in God gives, for the day to come which had been appointed for the execution of the plan, when suddenly his house was surrounded during the night by the royals.

Faithful to his principles, he offered no resistance, but held out his hands to be bound.

He was taken in triumph to Nimes, and from there to the citadel of Montpellier.

On the way he encountered his wife and his son, who were going to the latter town to intercede for him.

When they met him, they dismounted from their horse, for the mother was riding on a pillion behind the son, and kneeling on the highroad, asked for Boeton's blessing.