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The young ht The

rage of the trapped beast was in his heart, his hand held a sword To

strike blindly, to strike without question the first ithstood him

was the wild-beast instinct; and if Count Hannibal had not spoken on the

instant, the Marshal's brother had said his last word in the world

Yet as he stood there, a head above the crowd, he seenonville and the point that all but pricked his breast Swart

and grilare which shone

upon hi ared about the saddles of the horses!" he cried, in a voice that startled the nearest, "or I

hip you aith one! This

house is not for you! Burn, kill, plunder where you will, but go hence!"

"But 'tis on the list!" one of the wretches yelled "'Tis on the list!"

And he pushed forward until he stood at Tignonville's elbow

"And has no cross!" shrieked another, thrusting himself forward in his

turn "See you, let us by, whoever you are! In the King's name, kill!

It has no cross!"

"Then," Tavannes thundered, "will I nail you for a cross to the front of

it! No cross, say you? I will make one of you, foul crow!"

And as he spoke, his arm shot out; the man recoiled, his fellow likewise

But one of the mounted archers took up the matter