he law, 'tis not the law," and bowed their heads at very
name of law.

I remembered the Governor's errand, and could waste no time in quarrel
which was not mine, yet willingly would I have cast my cloak about her.
I inquired of the man:

"And what is the penalty should the hand of charity take this woman
from the highway?"

"On pain of death."

"Then death let it be," screamed her husband, and breaking through the
line of guard, he threw himself upon his wife, protecting her with his
pitying garments.

Whilst I had been talking to the officer, no one observed the man come
stealthily to the front, coat in hand, until, seeing his chance, he
broke through their line. But these staunch upholders of the law would
not have it so. They tore him viciously away, and I, sickened, turned
from a revolting struggle I could do nothing to prevent. All these
long years have not dimmed the memory of that barbarous scene.

CHAPTER V

THE DECADENCE OF VERSAILLES

It was nearly noon on the fourth day when I alighted at the Place
d'Armes, the grand court-yard of Versailles, and I fear I cut but a
sorry figure for a governor's messenger. It appeared that my dress at
best was unlike that worn at the court; my fringed leather leggings,
hunting knife and long sword differed much from the wigs and frizzes
worn by the officers of the guard. However, I made bold to seem at
ease and accustomed to court as I addressed the officer of the watch.

"Can you direct me, sir, to M. de Serigny? I have business with him."

The man smiled, I knew not at what, and regarded me curiously. I felt
my face flush, but repeated the question.

"M. de Serigny," he replied, "is with the court. Seek him at his
apartments. Pass through yonder great gate, turn to the left and
inquire of the guard at the door."

I walked on hastily, glad to be quit of his inspection. Such a throng
of fine gentlemen in silks, satins and ribbons I never dreamed of; even
the soldiers seemed dressed more for bridals than for battles. I held
my peace though, walking steadily onward as directed, yet itching to
stick my sword into some of their dainty trappings. At the door I came
upon a great throng of loungers playing at dice, some throwing and
others laying their wagers upon those who threw.

Standing somewhat aloof was a slender young fellow who wore the slashed
silver and blue of the King's own guard:--I knew the colors well from
some of our older officers i