ow likewise.
But one of the mounted archers took up the matter.

"Nay, but, my lord," he said--he knew Tavannes--"it is the King's will
there be no favour shown to-night to any, small or great. And this house
is registered, and is full of heretics."

"And has no cross!" the rabble urged in chorus. And they leapt up and
down in their impatience, and to see the better. "And has no cross!"
they persisted. They could understand that. Of what use crosses, if
they were not to kill where there was no cross? Daylight was not
plainer. Tavannes' face grew dark, and he shook his finger at the archer
who had spoken.

"Rogue," he cried, "does the King's will run here only? Are there no
other houses to sack or men to kill, that you must beard me? And favour?
You will have little of mine, if you do not budge and take your vile tail
with you! Off! Or must I cry 'Tavannes!' and bid my people sweep you
from the streets?"

The foremost rank hesitated, awed by his manner and his name; while the
rearmost, attracted by the prospect of easier pillage, had gone off
already. The rest wavered; and another and another broke away. The
archer who had put himself forward saw which way the wind was blowing,
and he shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, my lord, as you will," he said sullenly. "All the same I would
advise you to close the door and bolt and bar. We shall not be the last
to call to-day." And he turned his horse in ill-humour, and forced it,
snorting and plunging, through the crowd.

"Bolt and bar?" Tavannes cried after him in fury. "See you my answer to
that!" And turning on the threshold, "Within there!" he cried. "Open
the shutters and set lights, and the table! Light, I say; light! And
lay on quickly, if you value your lives! And throw open, for I sup with
your mistress to-night, if it rain blood without! Do you hear me,
rogues? Set on!"

He flung the last word at the quaking servants; then he turned again to
the street. He saw that the crowd was melting, and, looking in
Tignonville's face, he laughed aloud.

"Does Monsieur sup with us?" he said. "To complete the party? Or will
he choose to sup with our friends yonder? It is for him to say. I
confess, for my part," with an awful smile, "their hospitality seems a
trifle crude, and boisterous."

Tignonville looked behind him and shuddered. The same horde which had so
lately pressed about the door had found a victim lower down the street,
and, as Tavan