Legay received five or six shots in the arm and hand.
The same day that the King repassed St. Menehould, the slain gendarme was buried.
The King, on arriving, found the church hung with black, and the whole town prepared to follow the body to its last home.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE TURNS UP.
Nothing important passed between Varennes and St. Menehould. The illustrious prisoners, starting at every new noise, lost in a measure, as they approached the latter town, every hope of succor.
The first thing they encountered was a sort of rebuke from the dead. Of course, I allude to the interment of the man shot in the evening by the sentinels.
The royal carriages stopped in order to allow the funeral procession to pass. Two kings found themselves face to face with each other—a living majesty and the King of Death. The living King recognised the power of King Death, and bowed down before him.
St. Menehould was crowded. The National Guard poured in from all points, those from Châlons coming in public or private vehicles. In fact, the affluence of people was such that they feared a lack of provisions.