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mbling all over； locked up his gold and jewels in his caskets and put his finest diamonds on his fingers。 As for the queen； furious； and left to her own guidance； she went for the Marechal de la Meilleraie and desired him to take as many men as he pleased and to go and see what was the meaning of this pleasantry。
The marshal was ordinarily very adventurous and was wont to hesitate at nothing； and he had that lofty contempt for the populace which army officers usually profess。 He took a hundred and fifty men and attempted to go out by the Pont du Louvre； but there he met Rochefort and his fifty horsemen； attended by more than five hundred men。 The marshal made no attempt to force that barrier and returned up the quay。 But at Pont Neuf he found Louvieres and his bourgeois。 This time the marshal charged； but he was weled by musket shots； while stones fell like hail from all the windows。 He left there three men。
He beat a retreat toward the market； but there he met Planchet with his halberdiers； their halberds were leveled at him threateningly。 He attempted to ride over those gray cloaks； but the gray cloaks held their ground and the marshal retired toward the Rue Saint Honore； leaving four of his guards dead on the field of battle。
The marshal then entered the Rue Saint Honore； but there he was opposed by the barricades of the mendicant of Saint Eustache。 They were guarded； not only by armed men； but even by women and children。 Master Friquet； the owner of a pistol and of a sword which Louvieres had given him； had organized a pany of rogues like himself and was making a tremendous racket。
The marshal thought this barrier not so well fortified as the others and determined to break through it。 He dismounted twenty men to make a breach in the barricade； whilst he and others； remaining on their horses； were to protect the assailants。 The twenty men marched straight toward the barrier； but from behind the beams； from among the wagon…wheels and from the heights of the rocks a terrible fusillade burst forth and at the same time Planchet's halberdiers appeared at the corner of the Cemetery of the Innocents； and Louvieres's bourgeois at the corner of the Rue de la Monnaie。
The Marechal de la Meilleraie was caught between two fires； but he was brave and made up his mind to die where he was。 He returned blow for blow and cries of pain began to be heard in the crowd。 The guards； more skillful； did greater execution； but the bourgeois； more numerous； overwhelmed them with a veritable hurricane of iron。 Men fell around him as they had fallen at Rocroy or at Lerida。 Fontrailles； his aide…de…camp； had an arm broken； his horse had received a bullet in his neck and he had difficulty in controlling him； maddened by pain。 In short； he had reached that supreme moment when the bravest feel a shudder in their veins； when suddenly； in the direction of the Rue de l'Arbre…Sec； the crowd opened； crying： 〃Long live the coadjutor！〃 and Gondy； in surplice and cloak； appeared； moving tranquilly in the midst of the fusillade and bestowing his benedictions to the right and left； as undisturbed as if he were leading a procession of the Fete Dieu。
All fell to their knees。 The marshal recognized him and hastened to meet him。
〃Get me out of this； in Heaven's name！〃 he said； 〃or I shall leave my carcass here and those of all my men。〃
A great tumult arose； in the midst of which even the noise of thunder could not have been heard。 Gondy raised his hand and demanded silence。 All were still。
〃My children；〃 he said； 〃this is the Marechal de la Meilleraie； as to whose intentions you have been deceived and who pledges himself； on returning to the Louvre； to demand of the queen； in your name； our Broussel's release。 You pledge yourself to that； marshal？〃 added Gondy； turning to La Meilleraie。
〃Morbleu！〃 cried the latter； 〃I should say that I do pledge myself to it！ I had no hope of getting off so easily。〃
〃He gives you his word of honor；〃 said Gondy。
The marshal raised his hand in token of assent。
〃Long live the coadjutor！〃 cried the crowd。 Some voices even added： 〃Long live the marshal！〃 But all took up the cry in chorus： 〃Down with Mazarin！〃
The crowd gave place； the barricade was opened； and the marshal； with the remnant of his pany； retreated； preceded by Friquet and his bandits； some of them making a presence of beating drums and others imitating the sound of the trumpet。 It was almost a triumphal procession； only； behind the guards the barricades were closed again。 The marshal bit his fingers。
In the meantime； as we have said； Mazarin was in his closet； putting his affairs in order。 He called for D'Artagnan； but in the midst of such tumult he little expected to see him； D'Artagnan not being on service。 In about ten minutes D'Artagnan appeared at the door； followed by the inseparable Porthos。
〃Ah； e in； e in； Monsieur d'Artagnan！〃 cried the cardinal； 〃and wele your friend too。 But what is going on in this accursed Paris？〃
〃What is going on； my lord？ nothing good；〃 replied D'Artagnan； shaking his head。 〃The town is in open revolt； and just now； as I was crossing the Rue Montorgueil with Monsieur du Vallon； who is here； and is your humble servant； they wanted in spite of my uniform； or perhaps because of my uniform； to make us cry ‘Long live Broussel！' and must I tell you； my lord what they wished us to cry as well？〃
〃Speak； speak。〃
〃‘Down with Mazarin！' I'faith； the treasonable word is out。〃
Mazarin smiled； but became very pale。
〃And you did cry？〃 he asked。
〃I'faith； no；〃 said D'Artagnan； 〃I was not in voice； Monsieur du Vallon has a cold and did not cry either。 Then； my lord 〃
〃Then what？〃 asked Mazarin。
〃Look at my hat and cloak。〃
And D'Artagnan displayed four gunshot holes in his cloak and two in his beaver。 As for Porthos's coat； a blow from a halberd had cut it open on the flank and a pistol shot had cut his feather in two。
〃Diavolo！〃 said the cardinal； pensively gazing at the two friends with lively admiration； 〃I should have cried； I should。〃
At this moment the tumult was heard nearer。
Mazarin wiped his forehead and looked ar