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
Representative Bazire rose to speak: "I propose that Louis XVI and his
family be invited to occupy the logotachygraphes' room, which is within
the Assembly, but without the precincts of its deliberations."
The proposal was adopted. The royal family and its suite left the hall
in order to reach the reporters' booth, the entry to which was in one of
the corridors. Soon the King and his followers reappeared in the room
assigned to them, which was separated from the chamber of the Assembly
by an iron grating, Louis XVI being placed at the right, the Queen at
the left, the Dauphin between them; and behind these three the other
persons of the royal suite. No sooner had the King seated himself than
he received from the hands of Major Hervilly some bread, a plate holding
a fowl, a knife and a fork. Placing the plate on his knees, Louis
commenced to dissect the pullet and devour it with avidity, obedient to
the mandates of that formidable appetite peculiar to the house of
Bourbon.
Outside, in the deputies' chamber, Roederer, the legal attorney of the
Commune, had appeared at the bar, and, at the invitation of the
president, was speaking:
"I am come, gentlemen, to inform you of what is going on in Paris. I was
with the King this morning, up till the time when Carousel Place and the
surrounding streets were invaded by the Sections in arms and dragging
their cannon. Seeing a large number of the National Guard fraternizing
with the people, I counselled the King and the royal family to abandon
the palace and place themselves under the protection of the National
Assembly. The people know that the King is here. The attack on the
Tuileries being now objectless, it is to be hoped that it will not be
entered upon, and that there will be no shedding of blood to be
deplored."
Hardly had Roederer pronounced the words when the detonation of an
artillery discharge shook the windowpanes of the chamber. The fight at
the Tuileries was on! The first discharge was answered by a rapid fire
of musketry, broken every now and again by the thunder of a new
cannonade. Stupor seized the Assembly and the galleries. It was a fresh
royalist act of treason.
The almost incessant boom of artillery and rattle of musketry bore
evidence to the warmth of the engagement. It is impossible to picture
the anxiety, the heaving agitation of the chamber and the people in the
hall. Among the latter, exasperation reached the last pitch. They broke
into threats, into curses against Veto, against the Austrian woman.
"Down with the King!" "Down with the Queen!" rang the cry.
Of a sudden the cannonade burst into still wilder fury. The
reverberations of the artillery fire were so violent that several
windows in the hall were shivered to bits. But soon the volleys
slackened; they became less and less lively and frequent; then one
heard only gunshots, rare, desultory, far between; and then one
heard--nothing.
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