At this stage of the affair Bussy and the prince arrived, followed by twenty cavaliers, to ascertain the cause of the tumult. They were told that it was three incarnate devils from Paris who were making all the disturbance.
“Three men, Bussy; see who they are.”
Bussy raised himself in his stirrups, and his quick eye soon recognized Livarot.
“Mort de ma vie, monseigneur,” cried he, “they are our friends from Paris who are besieging us.”
“No!” cried Livarot, “on the contrary, it is these people who are killing us.”
“Down with your arms, knaves,” cried the duke, “these are friends.”
“Friends!” cried the bourgeois, “then they should have had the password; for we have been treating them like Pagans and they us like Turks.”
Livarot, Antragues, and Ribeirac advanced in triumph to kiss the duke’s hand.
“Monseigneur,” said Bussy, “how many militia do you think there were here?”
“At least one hundred and fifty.”