Vive Colbert!
The spectacle which the Greve now presented was a frightful one.The heads, leveled by the perspective, extended afar, thick and agitated as the ears of corn in a vast plain.From time to time a fresh report, or a distant rumor, made the heads oscillate and thousands of eyes flash.Now and then there were great movements.All those ears of corn bent, and became waves more agitated than those of the ocean, which rolled from the extremities to the center, and beat, like the tides, against the hedge of archers who surrounded the gibbets.Then the handles of the halberds were let fall upon the heads and shoulders of the rash invaders; at times, also, it was the steel as well as the wood, and, in that case, a large empty circle was formed around the guard; a space conquered upon the extremities, which underwent, in their turn the oppression of the sudden movement, which drove them against the parapets of the Seine.From the window, that commanded a view of the whole Place, D'Artagnan saw, with interior satisfaction, that such of the musketeers and guards as found themselves involved in the crowd, were able, with blows of their fists and the hilts of their swords, to keep room.He even remarked that they had succeeded, by that esprit de corps which doubles the strength of the soldier, in getting together in one group to the amount of about fifty men; and that, with the exception of a dozen stragglers whom he still saw rolling here and there, the nucleus was complete, and within reach of his voice.But it was not the musketeers and guards only that drew the attention of D'Artagnan.Around the gibbets, and particularly at the entrances to the arcade of Saint Jean, moved a noisy mass, a busy mass; daring faces, resolute demeanors were to be seen here and there, mingled with silly faces and indifferent demeanors; signals were exchanged, hands given and taken.D'Artagnan remarked among the groups, and those groups the most animated, the face of the cavalier whom he had seen enter by the door of communication from his garden, and who had gone upstairs to harangue the drinkers.
That man was organizing troops and giving orders.
"Mordioux!" said D'Artagnan to himself, "I was not deceived;I know that man, -- it is Menneville.What the devil is he doing here?"A distant murmur, which became more distinct by degrees, stopped this reflection, and drew his attention another way.
This murmur was occasioned by the arrival of the culprits; a strong picket of archers preceded them, and appeared at the angle of the arcade.The entire crowd now joined as if in one cry; all the cries united formed one immense howl.
D'Artagnan saw Raoul was becoming pale, and he slapped him roughly on the shoulder.The fire-keepers turned round on hearing the great cry, and asked what was going on."The condemned are arrived," said D'Artagnan."That's well,"replied they, again replenishing the fire.D'Artagnan looked at them with much uneasiness; it was evident that these men who were making such a fire for no apparent purpose had some strange intentions.The condemned appeared upon the Place.
They were walking, the executioner before them, whilst fifty archers formed a hedge on their right and their left.Both were dressed in black; they appeared pale, but firm.They looked impatiently over the people's heads, standing on tip-toe at every step.D'Artagnan remarked this."Mordioux!"cried he, "they are in a great hurry to get a sight of the gibbet!" Raoul drew back, without, however, having the power to leave the window.Terror even has its attractions.
"To the death! to the death!" cried fifty thousand voices.
"Yes; to the death!" howled a hundred frantic others, as if the great mass had given them the reply.
"To the halter! to the halter!" cried the great whole; "Vive le roi!""Well," said D'Artagnan, "this is droll; I should have thought it was M.Colbert who had caused them to be hung."There was, at this moment, a great rolling movement in the crowd, which stopped for a moment the march of the condemned.The people of a bold and resolute mien, whom D'Artagnan had observed, by dint of pressing, pushing, and lifting themselves up, had succeeded in almost touching the hedge of archers.The cortege resumed its march.All at once, to cries of "Vive Colbert!" those men, of whom D'Artagnan never lost sight, fell upon the escort, which in vain endeavored to stand against them.Behind these men was the crowd.Then commenced, amidst a frightful tumult, as frightful a confusion.This time there was something more than cries of expectation or cries of joy, there were cries of pain.Halberds struck men down, swords ran them through, muskets were discharged at them.The confusion became then so great that D'Artagnan could no longer distinguish anything.Then, from this chaos, suddenly surged something like a visible intention, like a will pronounced.The condemned had been torn from the hands of the guards, and were being dragged towards the house of L'Image-de-Notre-Dame.Those who dragged them shouted, "Vive Colbert!" The people hesitated, not knowing which they ought to fall upon, the archers or the aggressors.What stopped the people was, that those who cried "Vive Colbert!" began to cry, at the same time, "No halter! no halter! to the fire! to the fire! burn the thieves! burn the extortioners!"This cry, shouted with an ensemble, obtained enthusiastic success.The populace had come to witness an execution, and here was an opportunity offered them of performing one themselves.It was this that must be most agreeable to the populace: therefore, they ranged, themselves immediately on the party of the aggressors against the archers, crying with the minority, which had become, thanks to them, the most compact majority: "Yes, yes: to the fire with the thieves!
Vive Colbert!"
