The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
History
The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
The words were greeted with enthusiastic applause from the galleries; in
the midst of which a hussar hurriedly approached the chair and delivered
a letter to the president. The latter read it, and touched his bell as
a signal for silence. When the cries of the gallery had partially
subsided, he said:
"Gentlemen, I am advised by the police officials that every minute
messengers come from the Sections asking for Monsieur Petion at the City
Hall, assuring them that the rumor has spread that he went to-night to
the palace, and that he runs great danger of death; it is feared the
royalists may assassinate him."
At these words the uneasiness and agitation of the galleries was
extreme. The patriotism, the courage of Petion, his boundless devotion
to the Revolution, had made him dear to the people.
At this moment Petion himself entered the hall and advanced to the bar.
Thus reassured on the score of the dangers run at the Tuileries by the
Mayor of Paris, the galleries broke into loud acclamations.
"Monsieur Petion," the president said, "the Assembly has been keenly
anxious for your safety. It would be pleased to receive your account of
the dangers to which it is said you were exposed."
Petion answered, calm and grave: "Occupied solely with public affairs, I
quickly forget what affects my own person. It is true that to-night, on
my arrival at the palace, I was quite illy greeted. Swords leaped from
their scabbards, and I heard threats uttered against me. These did not
disconcert me--"
The first rays of the sun were beginning to dim the lamps which lighted
the hall; nearly all the Representatives of the people were assembled in
their accustomed places. The Right seemed thrown into consternation by
Petion's calmness.
Of a sudden a deputy came tumbling into the hall, rushed to his seat on
the Right, and, his features distorted, his clothes in disorder, he
cried in a voice trembling with emotion:
"The Tuileries will be attacked! The Sections, in arms, hold all the
approaches to the palace! Whole companies of the National Guard, notably
the cannoniers, are fraternizing with the Sections. The cannon are
trained upon the palace. The troops who defend it are decided on a
desperate struggle. Blood will flow, the lives of the King and his
family are in danger!"
The Assembly maintained a solemn silence. One deputy on the Right arose,
and with a trembling voice said: "I ask that a committee be appointed
this instant to go and invite the King and his family to come and place
themselves in the heart of the Assembly, to be under our protection."
"There is no necessity for your motion," answered the president; "the
Constitution leaves the King the power of placing himself in the heart
of the Assembly whenever he finds it convenient."
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