The Béarnais people are stubborn; this one growled like one of his own mountain dogs, and far from being intimidated:
"You shall not enter," said he; "the king is out."
And he clung to the door.
Maurevel made a sign. The four men seized the stubborn servant, snatched him from the door-sill to which he was clinging, and as he started to open his mouth and cry out, Maurevel clapped a hand to his lips.
Orthon bit furiously at the assassin, who dropped his hand with a dull cry, and brought down the handle of his sword on the head of the servant. Orthon staggered and fell back, shouting, "Help! help! help!"
Then his voice died away. He had fainted.
The assassins stepped over his body, two stopped at the second door, and two entered the sleeping-room with Maurevel.
In the glow of the lamp burning on the night table they saw the bed.
The curtains were drawn.
"Oh! oh!" said the lieutenant, "he has stopped snoring, apparently."