France -- History -- Henry II, 1547-1559 -- Fiction; Montgomery, Gabriel, comte de, 1530-1574 -- Fiction
"Once more, Monsieur d'Exmès, I beg you to leave that to God and my
conscience," replied the stern burgher. "I acquit you of blame. Now act
your part while I fulfil mine."
Everything happened almost precisely as Pierre had foreseen. The
sentinels belonged to the French faction in a large majority of
instances. One who undertook to resist was soon bound and rendered
incapable of doing any harm. When the armorer returned, accompanied by
Jean Peuquoy and a few sure friends, the whole summit of the Risbank
fort was already in Vicomte d'Exmès hands.
It remained now to overthrow the _corps-de-garde_ with the reinforcement
brought by the Peuquoys. Gabriel did not hesitate to go down at once.
Advantage was skilfully taken of the first moment of surprise and
uncertainty.
At that early hour, most of those who remained firm in the cause of
England, either by birth or interest, were still asleep in perfect
security upon their camp beds. Before they were fairly awake, so to
speak, hands were at their throats.
The tumult, for it was not a battle, lasted only a few moments. The
friends of Peuquoy shouted, "Vive la France! Vive Henri II.!" The
non-combatants, and those who were indifferent, lost no time in arraying
themselves, as they always do, under the successful banner. Those who
made a show of resistance were soon compelled to yield to superior
numbers. There were, in all, only two men killed and five wounded, and
only three shots were fired. The devout Lactance was unfortunate enough
to have two of the wounded and one of the slain to his credit. Luckily
he had time to spare!
It was not six o'clock when every part of the Risbank fort was in the
power of the French. The disaffected and the suspected were securely
confined, and all the rest of the city guard surrounded Gabriel and
hailed him as a liberator.
Thus was carried, almost without a blow, and in less than an hour, by an
extraordinary and superhuman achievement, this fort which the English
had never dreamed of fortifying, because the sea alone seemed to be such
an impregnable defence to it,--a fort, which was nevertheless the key to
the harbor of Calais, yes, to Calais itself.
The whole transaction was accomplished so quickly and quietly that the
entire fort was taken, and new sentinels stationed by Gabriel, and a new
countersign given out, before anything of it was known in the city.
"However, so long as Calais itself has not surrendered," said Pierre
Peuquoy to Gabriel, "I do not consider that our task is done. So,
Monsieur d'Exmès. I am of opinion that you had best keep Jean and half
of our men here to make good the fort, and leave me and the other half
to go into the city. We may do the French better service there than
here, in case of need, by some useful diversion. After Jean's ropes, it
will be well to make use of Pierre's arms."
"Are you not afraid," said Gabriel, "that Lord Wentworth, in his rage,
may do you an ill turn?"
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