Tang Zhaozong said to Tang Zhangwei: "Do you want to rebel? ”

"Here," he continued, turning to the Swiss and French soldiers and citizens who filled the yards and streets, "do it, my friends! ”

"Hey! Hello, Monsieur de Besim," said Kokona, as he approached with admiration the German, still calmly wiping his sword on the balcony.

"Did you kill him?" "My respectable gentleman, what did you do?" ”

"Ahh Horizontal (very) intermittent (simple) single, horizontal (very) intermittent (tube) single. He Ding (heard) the sound of the sound, the tower (hit) the enlightenment (door), and the forehead (I) pierced his body with a scissor (sword); However, the matter is not over, and I am finished with Tellini, and I am now sure to hear and see him shouting. ”

At this time, there were several cries of grief that seemed to be from a woman, and on one side of the house was a long corridor, which was lit by a slight red reflection, and he saw two men running away, and a long murderer was chasing after him, one of whom was killed by a musket, and the other found a window open on the way, and he did not estimate the height, nor did he care that there was an enemy waiting for him below, so he jumped bravely into the courtyard at once.

"Kill him! Kill him! "When the murderers saw the food in their mouths, they ran away again and shouted loudly.

The man picked up the sword he had taken off when he jumped, got back to his feet, and ran forward with his head down, and he passed through those who were present, knocking down three or four of them, and stabbing one to death with his sword. Pistol bullets came at him, and the soldiers did not hit him, and they were furious and cursed. Kokona waited at the door with a dagger in hand, only to see him flash in front of Kokona like lightning.

"Go!" The Piedmontese stabbed a sharp dagger into his arm.

"Coward!" The fleeing man replied that he was too close to stab with the tip of his sword, and he was sideways

The sword was drawn in the face of the enemy.

"Ahh ! "It was Monsieur de la Morr." ”

"Monsieur de la Morr!" Laurrière and Morwell followed.

"He was the one who informed the Marshal!" Several soldiers shouted.

"Kill him! Kill him! ......" There were people shouting from all directions.

Kircona, Laurrière, and ten soldiers rushed in pursuit of Lamour. Covered in blood, Ramour used all his strength to feed, and under the guidance of complete instinct, he jumped up and down the streets. The footsteps and shouts of the enemy drove him away from behind, as if adding a pair of wings to him. Every now and then a bullet whistled in his ear, and the running that he had seemed to slow down suddenly gained new speed. He was no longer breathing, and what came out of his chest was not a breath, but a low puff, a hoarse roar. Blood and sweat dripped from his hair and mixed up on his face.

His heart was beating hard, and soon he felt the tight jacket on his body too tight and ripped it off. Soon he felt that the sword in his hand was too heavy, and he threw it far away. Sometimes he felt that the footsteps behind him were far away, and he could escape from the executioners, but the other group of murderers who were nearer, and who were running on the way, heard their shouts, and threw down the murderous deeds they were doing and ran over. Suddenly, he saw the river flowing quietly to his left, and he felt like a deer forced to a corner, and if he jumped it would be indescribably comfortable. Only the mighty power of reason could stop him. To his right was the Louver Palace, dark and unmoving, but filled with a low, ominous voice. There were men in helmets and breastplates coming and going on the drawbridge, glistening in the moonlight. Ramour thought of King Navarre, his only two protectors, as he had thought of Collini. With all his strength, he looked at the sky and whispered a wish that if he could escape the slaughter, he would convert, and then, with a turn, threw the group of men who were chasing him more than thirty paces away, and ran straight towards the Louver Palace. He rushed onto the drawbridge, mingled with the soldiers, and was struck with another dagger, which grazed diagonally down his ribs. Despite the fact that behind and around him there is "Kill him!" Kill him! Despite the attacking stance of the sentinels, he rushed into the courtyard like an arrow off the string, leaping into the antechamber and up the stairs to the third floor

, recognized a door, threw himself on it, kicked it, knocked it with his hands.

"Who?" A woman's voice whispered.

"Ahh My God! My God! "Here they are," Lamor whispered, "Here they are...... I hear you...... It's already ...... I see it...... It's me...... I ......"

"Who are you?" The voice asked.

Ramour remembered the password.

"Navarre, Navarre!" He shouted.

The door opened immediately. Without even looking at it, without even thanking Girona, Ramour broke into the antechamber, through a hallway and two or three rooms, and at last to a bedroom illuminated by a lamp hanging from the ceiling.

Under the velvet bed embroidered with lilies with gold thread, on a carved oak bed, there was a ** woman, with her arms propped up, with her eyes wide and frightened.

Lamor ran towards her.

"Madame!" He shouted, "They killed, they killed my brothers, they will kill me, they will kill me." Yes! You are the queen...... Help me! ”

He threw himself at her feet, the carpet stained with a wide streak of blood.

When Queen Navarre saw the pale, depressed-looking man kneeling before her, she sat up in fright, covered her face with her hands, and cried out for help.

"Madame," said Lamour, struggling to her feet, "in the name of heaven! Please don't shout. If anyone hears it, I'm done! The murderers were chasing me, and they were on the ladder behind me. I hear them...... They're coming! …… They're coming! ……”

"Help!" Queen Navarre cried out over and over again in a frenzied manner, "Help! ”

"Ahh You gave me my life! "Death from such a pleasant voice, death from such beautiful hands!" Yes! I thought it would be impossible! ”

As he spoke, the door opened, and a group of men rushed into the bedroom, panting and angry, their faces stained with blood and gunpowder, muskets, halberds, and swords ready to attack.

At the head was Kocona, whose reddish-brown hair stood on end, his pale blue eyes widened, and his cheek was scarred by Lamour's sword, a deep wound, and bleeding, so that the Piedmontese looked terrible.

(End of chapter)