edge of the causeway. Another order from
Turenne brought us to a halt, and we cheered frantically as the broken
rebels crowded together in their efforts to escape.

Suddenly Turenne's plan was made clear. A noise of thunder broke on
our ears; the air was filled with smoke and flame, the struggling
horsemen were bowled over by the great iron balls from the battery.
The causeway had become a lane of death; men and horses fell to the
ground; the confusion grew terrible; Conde's splendid cavalry was a
mere rabble, struggling and fighting to get clear of the awful passage.
Those who succeeded in breaking through galloped off swiftly, but, when
the gunners ceased their work of destruction, the lane was carpeted
with the bodies of the dying and dead.

"Now, young sir," exclaimed Turenne, turning to me, "you may return and
tell the Cardinal there is nothing to fear. The prince is thoroughly
beaten and can attempt no more to-day. His Majesty can sleep in peace
at Gien."

I would gladly have stayed longer, for Raoul was being carried off by
some of his troopers, and I feared he was badly wounded. However, in
the army one has to obey; so, gathering up my reins, I galloped back
towards Gien, spreading the news of the victory on the way. In the
town itself the crowds of frightened people thronged around me,
pressing so closely that I could barely proceed at a walking pace.

"The news, monsieur?" they cried. "What of the battle? Has Conde won?
Tell us what the prince is doing!"

Again and again I repeated that the prince was defeated, but they
seemed not to understand, or understanding, not to believe. By slow
degrees I reached Mazarin's apartments, and the Cardinal, agitated and
almost trembling, advanced quickly to meet me.

"The news?" said he. "Is it good or ill?"

"Good, your Eminence," I answered, and at that he bade me accompany him
into the presence of the boy-king and the Queen-Mother, to whom I
repeated Turenne's message. Then they asked about the fight, and I, to
the best of my ability, gave them a description of the battle.

"My son," said the Queen-Mother gravely, "you must be very grateful to
Marshal Turenne. He has placed the crown a second time on your head."

As soon as I was dismissed from the royal presence I sought Pillot, and
told him we must ride at once to Blenau to look for Raoul.

"M. Beauchamp wounded, monsieur? Is he hurt very much?"

"That is what I want to find out."

We were si