I saw torches waving in the direction of the “Grand Monarque.”
I was occupied in watching them, when I fancied that I heard the gallop of a horse.
I laid myself down with my ear to the ground.
The noise was now more distinct, on account, no doubt, of the horse having passed from the earth on to the stones.
I jumped up, convinced that a horseman was approaching.
And not only that, I fancied that I heard in the distance the rumble of the wheels of a carriage.
The event expected all day, and watched for by night, was about to happen.
I hid myself in the angle of the wall.
The gallop approached rapidly.