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Justice, you are not known in this place. Your turn will come, and the deaths of your victims will haunt you.

With a supreme effort, Marie-Victoire climbed up on the bench.

"Vive le roi."

Well, that should stir the pot up a bit.

The scene was absurd. Did neither of them remember that they were no longer in Versailles but in a prison, and that time was running out?

You have heard what they say about the Conciergerie? The hell from which there is no route save by the little window of the guillotine.

The reign of terror had begun.

So, Monsieur le Comte and I are enemies of France.

I am afraid so, madame. If it comforts you at all, you are in good company.

They threw their hats into the air, screamed their joy and fought to dip their handkerchiefs into the blood.

France was without a king.

The marquis' death and those of his fellow-prisoners who perished with him at La Force marked the beginning of the massacres that swept the prisons of Paris for five days; to begin with as isolated incidents and then as a swelling tide of blood that broke over the city with the avenging hatred of the Furies.

What have they done? Dear God, what have they done?

All throughout the night of August 9th the people continued to gather until there was 20,000 or more.

As August 10th dawned, a day that promised to be of searing heat, the second march on the Tuileries Palace by the citizens of Paris began.