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By the revocation of the Edict of Nantes, 22nd October 1685, the charter of Protestant liberties was destroyed, and those who had given five out of ten marshals to France, including the great Turenne, were denied the right of civil existence. Many pastors were martyred, and drummers stationed at the foot of the scaffold drowned their exhortations.
She was descended from a family of French Protestants, natives of Caen, who were obliged to leave their native country when old Louis, at the instigation of the Pope, thought fit to revoke the Edict of Nantes: their name was Petrement, and I have reason for believing that they were people of some consideration; that they were noble hearts, and good Christians, they gave sufficient proof in scorning to bow the knee to the tyranny of Rome.
As to the old man, his satisfied avarice and the certainty of soon getting rid of the dandy without having to pay more than his journey to Nantes, made him nearly indifferent to his presence in the house.
You may have intercepted my letters to my father and to Robespierre. But if I do not leave Nantes, my father will come to ask an account of you, and you will end your life on the scaffold like the miserable assassin that you are." Of all that tirade, but one sentence had remained as if corroded into the mind of Carrier.
Alfred Lallier, "Les Noyades de Nantes," p.20. "Damn," exclaims Carrier, "I kept that execution for Lamberty. Cf. Moniteur, XXII., 331. Other agents of Carrier, Fouquet and Lamberty, were condemned specially, "for having saved from national vengeance Madame de Martilly and her maid... They shared the woman Martilly and the maid between them."
"And do those whom you call Catholics never persecute?" said I. "Never," said the man in black. "Ten times more than in the Flos Sanctorum," said I. The man in black looked at me, but made no answer. "And what say you to the Massacre of the Albigenses and the Vaudois, 'whose bones lie scattered on the cold Alp, or the Revocation of the Edict of Nantes?" The man in black made no answer.
Lyons is clean swept, spick and span as a toy town; Bordeaux is coquettish as her charming Bordelaise; Nantes, certainly, is not particularly careful of appearances. But Marseilles is dirty, unswept, littered from end to end; you might suppose that every householder had just moved, leaving their odds and ends in the streets, if, indeed, these beautifully-shaded walks can be so called.
On the morning of the sixth day, when the two sailors joined them, they were in a state of high excitement. "There is great news, captain," Rouget said; "the whole city is in a state of tumult. It is reported that Cathelineau, with his army, is marching upon Nantes; and it is also reported but this is not so certain that Charette is marching to join them, with all his force."
"Accused of having molested the messengers of his suzerain, the supreme Duke John of Brittany, accused of ill intent against the State; accused of quartering the arms-royal upon his shield; called to answer for these offences in the city of Nantes and that is all." She ended abruptly, like one who is tired and desires no more than to sleep. Gilles de Retz drew a long sigh of relief.
"Yes, mademoiselle; and if I knew where he was, the darling, I'd go on foot to find him." "The ocean is between us," she said. While the poor heiress wept in company of an old servant, in that cold dark house, which was to her the universe, the whole province rang, from Nantes to Orleans, with the seventeen millions of Mademoiselle Grandet.
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