Until at last--but none knew what those minutes of suspense cost him--he
saw all mounted, and, pistol in hand, shepherded them to the back gates.
As he did so he stooped for a few scowling words with Badelon, whom he
sent to the van of the party: then he gave the word to open. It was
done; and even as Montsoreau's horsemen, borne on the bosom of a second
and more formidable throng, swept raging into the already crowded square,
and the cry went up for "a ram! a ram!" to batter in the gates, Tavannes,
hurling his little party before him, dashed out at the back, and putting
to flight a handful of rascals who had wandered to that side, cantered
unmolested down the lane to the ramparts. Turning eastward at the foot
of the frowning Castle, he followed the inner side of the wall in the
direction of the gate by which he had entered the preceding evening.
To gain this his party had to pass the end of the Rue Toussaint, which
issues from the Place Ste.-Croix and runs so straight that the mob
seething in front of the inn had only to turn their heads to see them.
The danger incurred at this point was great; for a party as small as
Tavannes' and encumbered with women would have had no chance if attacked
within the walls.
Count Hannibal knew it. But he knew also that the act which he had
committed rendered the north bank of the Loire impossible for him.
Neither King nor Marshal, neither Charles of Valois nor Gaspard of
Tavannes, would dare to shield him from an infuriated Church, a Church
too wise to forgive certain offences. His one chance lay in reaching the
southern bank of the Loire--roughly speaking, the Huguenot bank--and
taking refuge in some town, Rochelle or St. Jean d'Angely, where the
Huguenots were strong, and whence he might take steps to set himself
right with his own side.
But to cross the great river which divides France into two lands widely
differing he must leave the city by the east gate; for the only bridge
over the Loire within forty miles of Angers lay eastward from the town,
at Ponts de Ce, four miles away. To this gate, therefore, past the Rue
Toussaint, he whirled his party daringly; and though the women grew pale
as the sounds of riot broke louder on the ear, and they discovered that
they were approaching instead of leaving the danger--and though
Tignonville for an instant thought him mad, and snatched at the
Countess's rein--his men-at-arms, who knew him, galloped stolidly on,
passed like clockwork the end of the street, and, reckless of the stream
of persons hurrying in the direction of the alarm, heedless of the fright
and anger their passage excited, pressed steadily on. A moment and the
gate through which they had entered the previous evening appeared before
them. And--a sight welcome to one of them--it was open.