"The indictment is false; I bore arms to deliver the King from his enemies of Lorraine!"
He laid his head on the block, and it fell.
The Reformers sang:
Thou, Lord, hast proved our faith
And searched our soul's desire,
And purified our froward hearts,
As silver proved by fire.
"Robert-Jean-René Briquemaut, Comte de Villemongis, guilty of high treason and rebellion against the King," cried the Recorder.
The Count dipped his hands in the Baron de Raunay's blood, and said:
"May this blood be on the head of those who are truly guilty!"
The Reformers sang on:
Thou, Lord, hast led our feet
Where foes had laid their snare;
To Thee, O Lord, the glory be,
Though we should perish there.
"Confess, my lord Nuncio," said the Prince de Condé, "that if French gentlemen know how to plot, they also know how to die."