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"Kill! Kill!" cried his followers, cutting the air with their swords, and

rolling to and fro on their horses in drunken eust, bleed in May!"

"On! On!" cried the leader, as the crohich beset the house fled

every way before his reckless onset "Bleed in August, bleed in May!"

The rabble fled, but not so quickly but that one or tere ridden down,

and this for an instant checked the riders Before they could pass on-"Ohe!" cried Count Hannibal frohter, "ride over the!"

Marshal Tavannes--for he, the hero of Jarnac, was the leader of this wild

orgy--turned that way, and strove to rein in his horse

"What ails theht, its

iron hoofs striking fire fro like thy Bayard!" Count Hannibal answered "Whip them,

whip them for me! Tavannes! Tavannes!"

"What? This canaille?"

"Ay, that canaille!"

"Who touches my brother, touches Tavannes!" the Marshal replied, and

spurred his horse a the rabble, who had fled to the sides of the

street and now strove hard to efface theone!" he cried, still hunting the another pistol fro them, careless whom he hit "Ha! ha! That stirs you,