The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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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
A justice of the peace, in a condition of extreme agitation, presented
himself at the bar. "Monsieur President," he exclaimed, "a quarter of an
hour ago I was in the courtyard of the Tuileries. I witnessed grave
things, which may enlighten the Assembly on the situation at the palace,
at this moment when a terrible struggle is about to break out, which may
mark the foundering of the monarchy."
"Speak, sir," replied the president.
"This morning at six o'clock, the King descended into the courtyard of
the Tuileries to review the troops. The Queen accompanied him; behind
them went a group of gentlemen in civilian dress, armed some with
swords, some with hunting-knives, others with carbines, or
blunderbusses. This unaccustomed escort first of all produced a very bad
impression upon the National Guard; then, as firm and decisive as was
the Queen's countenance, that of the King was undecided, embarrassed, I
would even say sour. He seemed to be still half asleep. Some cries,
nevertheless, of 'Long live the King!' were heard from some of the
companies, but the battalions from Red-Cross and all the cannoniers
cried 'Long live the Nation!' I even heard some cries of 'Down with
Veto!' 'Down with the traitor!' The King turned pale, made a gesture of
wrath, and returned brusquely into the palace. The Queen, left in the
courtyard, approached the staffs of the battalions of Ill-Counsel and
Arcis which had just arrived, and said to them, indicating the group of
gentlemen who attended her, 'These gentlemen are our best friends. They
follow us at the moment of danger. They will show the National Guard how
one dies for his King--'"
The justice was interrupted, his voice was drowned in the great tumult
which arose outside, in the courtyard of the Riding Academy. Nearer and
nearer drew the clamors. Many of the deputies rose to their feet; some
climbed down precipitately from their benches, crying in affright, "The
people are invading the Assembly!" "Keep your places!" called out
several of their colleagues to those who had quitted their seats, "Let
us know how to die, if die we must, at our posts." The agitation waxed
its greatest in the hall and the galleries. In vain the president rang
his bell, begging his colleagues to return to their benches and be
seated. His exhortations falling unheeded, he rose and put on his hat,
as a sign that the session was closed. The cries without came closer and
closer. Several ushers burst in. One of them, leaping up the steps to
the chair, spoke a few words to the president. The latter clasped his
hands with a gesture of extreme surprise. Then he uncovered again, and
began again to ring his bell vigorously, while the other ushers, going
from group to group, or mounting on the benches, spread among the
Representatives the news which seemed to produce so extraordinary a
sensation. Little by little calm was established. The president was able
to make himself heard, and said in a voice of emotion:
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