"I would not kill a sparrow belonging to
the Bourgeois Philibert! Oh, tell me De Pean lies."
"De Pean does not lie, Le Gardeur," answered she, frightened at his
look. "The Bourgeois struck you first. I saw him strike you first
with his staff. You are a gentleman and would kill the King if he
struck you like a dog with his staff. Look where they are lifting
him up. You see it is the Bourgeois and no other."
Le Gardeur gave one wild look and recognized the well-known form
and features of the Bourgeois. He threw his sword on the ground,
exclaiming, "Oh! oh! unhappy man that I am! It is parricide!
parricide! to have slain the father of my brother Pierre! Oh,
Angelique des Meloises! you made me draw my sword, and I knew not
who it was or what I did!"
"I told you, Le Gardeur, and you are angry with me. But see! hark!
what a tumult is gathering; we must get out of this throng or we
shall all be killed as well as the Bourgeois. Fly, Le Gardeur, fly!
Go to the Palace!"
"To hell sooner! Never shall the Palace see me again!" exclaimed he
madly.
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