llage during the night.

The village had to pay dearly for its sin of hospitality; it was pillaged
and burnt down: the miquelets even murdered two women whom they found
there, and d'Aygaliers failed to obtain any satisfaction for this crime.
In this manner M, de Villars kept the fatal promise he had given, and
internecine war raged once more.

Furious at having missed the Camisards, de Menon having heard from his
scouts that Roland was to sleep next night at the chateau de Prade, went
to M. de Villars and asked leave to conduct an expedition against the
chief. He was almost sure of taking Roland by surprise, having procured
a guide whose knowledge of the country was minute. The marechal gave him
carte blanche. In the evening Menon set out with two hundred grenadiers.
He had already put three-quarters of the way behind him without being
discovered, when an Englishman met them by chance. This man was serving
under Roland, but had been visiting his sweetheart in a neighbouring
village, and was on his way home when he fell among Menon's grenadiers.
Without a thought for his own safety, he fired off his gun, shouting,
"Fly! fly! The royals are upon you!"

The sentinels took up the cry, Roland jumped out of bed, and, without
staying for clothes or horse, ran off in his shirt, escaping by a postern
gate which opened on the forest just as de Menon entered by another. He
found Roland's bed still warm, and took possession of his clothes,
finding in a coat pocket a purse containing thirty-five Louis, and in the
stables three superb horses. The Camisards answered this beginning of
hostilities by a murder. Four of them, thinking they had reasons for
displeasure against one of M. de Baville's subordinates, named Daude, who
was both mayor and magistrate; at Le Vigan, hid in a corn-field which he
had to pass on his way back from La Valette, his country place. Their
measures were successful: Daude came along just as was expected, and as
he had not the slightest suspicion of the impending danger, he continued
conversing with M, de Mondardier, a gentleman of the neighbourhood who
had asked for the; hand of Daude's daughter in marriage that very day.
Suddenly he found himself surrounded by four men, who, upbraiding him for
his exactions and cruelties, shot him twice through the head with a
pistol. They offered no violence to M. de Mondardier except to deprive
him of his laced hat and sword. The day on which M. de Villars heard