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Updated: May 11, 2025
Inevitably, however, they were at last found out by Cliquet himself, who could not forego the delights of revenge. He came to the wooden door. "Baptism, dame, I have you now, you cursed young white-gill!" cried he. "Break it in, my boys, smash, hack. We'll roast him in place of his parchments the man who will make parchments of our skins." Lecour ran back to take a moment's glance at Cyrène.
"Who is this man?" asked Germain severely of the footmen. "Cliquet, the butler, Monsieur," stammered Constant, the oldest. "He was not here when your lordship was." "Take him out of the gates," replied the new master, "and send for my intendant." Not long after Master Populus entered his presence, bowing and scraping, with a dozen smiles at once on his face.
From the office windows they could see a score of those in the rear running forward across the grounds with a ladder which they had secured in the stables. Passing again to the front of the house, Lecour saw the mob angrily tearing up garden benches and summerhouses for the same purpose. An active crowd besides, under the urging of Cliquet, was battering the main door with a beam.
The fire, lit for his parchments was blazing merrily, and a man with a shock of matted hair, by a sudden impulse snatched a long brand and raised the cry of "Burn him up!" Others sprang forward to do the same, and fought for the blazing pieces, but Cliquet bounded down the steps and knocked the matted-hair man down. "Curse you!" he shouted. "You will spoil the whole business.
So everybody began to think if he had complaints, and Master Mule wrote them into a copybook. When Mule read it out, the people groaned and cried that they never knew they had had so many miseries. Cliquet shouted that you were the cause of all these miseries; that you had grain while the peasants were starving, and that they ought to drive you out of the country and then would all be well."
"What do you seek of Monsieur le Chevalier?" "His head!" cried Cliquet. "Bread, bread!" shouted the sabot-maker. But two others came forward and more rightly interpreted the chief and quaint demand of the ignorant peasants. They demanded all his parchments and title-deeds to burn; "for," said they sententiously, "we shall then be freed of rents and dues, which are now abolished by the King."
Cyrène had the good judgment to remain in the armoury. It was several hours before they were discovered. The reason, as they concluded by listening at the door in the passage, was the exploring of the wine-cellars by the besiegers, under the guidance of Cliquet. Blows, shouts, and crashes indicated numerous acts of destruction.
"It was that Mule and that trash of a Cliquet. They were haranguing the people after Mass something about a thing Mule calls the Third Estate. Nobody knows what it is but everybody thinks it belongs to himself and that the aristocrats want to take it from him. He told them the King was on their side, and for all to tell out their complaints against the Seigneur.
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