"The people shall kill me if they will, but save yourself,
Angelique. De Pean, lead her instantly away from this cursed spot,
or all the blood is not spilt that will be spilt to-day. This is of
your contriving, De Pean," cried he, looking savagely, as if about
to spring upon him.
"You would not harm me or her, Le Gardeur?" interrupted De Pean,
turning pale at his fierce look.
"Harm her, you fool, no! but I will harm you if you do not instantly
take her away out of this tumult. I must see the Bourgeois. Oh
God, if he be dead!"
A great cry now ran through the market-place: "The Bourgeois is
killed. The Grand Company have assassinated the Bourgeois." Men
ran up from every side shouting and gesticulating. The news spread
like wild-fire through the city, and simultaneously a yell for
vengeance rose from the excited multitude.
The Recollet Brother Daniel had been the first to fly to the help of
the Bourgeois. His gray robe presently was dyed red with the blood
of the best friend and protector of their monastery. But death was
too quick for even one prayer to be heard or uttered by the dying
man.
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