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
This lofty act, so free from all thought of pillage or petty personal
gain, stirred the admiration of the Assembly, and prepared the way for
others of similar stamp. "I propose," said Bazire, rising, "that the
Assembly decree that the Swiss citizens and all other foreigners
residing in Paris are placed in the safekeeping of the law and in the
hospitality of the French people!"
The motion was carried unanimously, amidst the echoing applause of the
galleries.
Several of the combatants from the Tuileries, covered with dust, now
appeared at the bar. One of these, in the uniform of the National Guard,
his forehead bound in a bloody bandage, held in one hand his gun, and
with the other dragged after him a Swiss soldier, pale and overcome with
terror. The unhappy fellow's red uniform was in ribbons; he seemed ready
to swoon. The wounded citizen, leaning on his weapon, drew close to the
bar and said with emotion:
"Legislators, we come to express to you our indignation! Long has a
perfidious court trifled with the French people. To-day it has drawn our
blood. We penetrated the palace only over the corpses of our massacred
brothers. We have taken prisoner several Swiss soldiers, wretched
instruments of tyranny! Some of them have thrown down their arms. As to
us, we shall use toward them only the arms of generosity; we shall treat
them as brothers."
At ten o'clock that evening, when the illumination of the lamps had long
replaced the light of day, the National Assembly, having been in
continuous session since the night of August 9, took a recess of an
hour.
At eleven o'clock, when the Assembly reconvened, the reporters' lodge
was still occupied by the royal family. Louis XVI was crushed. His
flaccid lips, his fixed and sunken eyes, announced his complete mental
prostration. Marie Antoinette, on the contrary, seemed to have preserved
all the energy of her character. Her eyes were red and dry; but her
glance, when she occasionally allowed it to travel about, bore still its
look of hateful disdain and defiance.
The Dauphin slept on the knees of Madam Elizabeth, who bent her pale
brow toward the child. Dames Tourzel and Lamballe were silent and dazed.
Almost as soon as the session was reopened, a citizen presented himself
at the bar:
"Legislators, the Swiss soldiers arrested during the day have been
placed, according to the orders of the Assembly, in the building of the
Feuillants. They have been, like us, the victims of royalist treason; we
must save them."
From the gallery Mailhe called out: "I have just come from addressing
the people. They are disposed to listen to the language of justice and
humanity. I ask that the Swiss be admitted within these precincts, and
that they be kept here till all danger to them has passed, and till they
can be taken to a place of safety."
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