"What think you now, Monsieur Philip? There must be eight or ten thousand men here. I should say all the city bands, under their captains."
As they paused, a citizen officer came up to them.
"All is ready, your excellency. I do not think that a man is absent from his post. The orders remain unchanged, I suppose?"
"Quite unchanged," Philip said briefly, seeing that in the faint light he was mistaken for someone else.
"And the bell is to be the signal for beginning?"
"I believe there has been a change in that respect," Philip said; "but you will hear that later on. I am only here to see that all is in readiness."
"Everything has been done as ordered, your excellency. The gates are closed, and will not be opened except to one bearing special orders, under the king's own seal. The boats have all been removed from the wharves. There will be no escape."
Philip repressed a strong impulse to run the man through the body, and only said:
"Good. Your zeal will not be forgotten."
Then he turned and walked away. They had gone but a few paces when, in the distance, the report of a pistol was heard.