He has halted and harangued so often, on the march; spent nine hours on four leagues of road.  At Montreuil, close on Versailles, the whole Host had to pause; and, with uplifted right hand, in the murk of Night, to these pouring skies, swear solemnly to respect the King’s Dwelling; to be faithful to King and National Assembly.  Rage is driven down out of sight, by the laggard march; the thirst of vengeance slaked in weariness and soaking clothes.  Flandre is again drawn out under arms:  but Flandre, grown so patriotic, now needs no ‘exterminating.’  The wayworn Batallions halt in the Avenue:  they have, for the present, no wish so pressing as that of shelter and rest.

Anxious sits President Mounier; anxious the Chateau.  There is a message coming from the Chateau, that M. Mounier would please return thither with a fresh Deputation, swiftly; and so at least unite our two anxieties.  Anxious Mounier does of himself send, meanwhile, to apprise the General that his Majesty has been so gracious as to grant us the Acceptance pure and simple.  The General, with a small advance column, makes answer in passing; speaks vaguely some smooth words to the National President,—­glances, only with the eye, at that so mixtiform National Assembly; then fares forward towards the Chateau.  There are with him two Paris Municipals; they were chosen from the Three Hundred for that errand.  He gets admittance through the locked and padlocked Grates, through sentries and ushers, to the Royal Halls.

The Court, male and female, crowds on his passage, to read their doom on his face; which exhibits, say Historians, a mixture ’of sorrow, of fervour and valour,’ singular to behold. (Memoire de M. le Comte de Lally-Tollendal (Janvier 1790), p. 161-165.) The King, with Monsieur, with Ministers and Marshals, is waiting to receive him:  He “is come,” in his highflown chivalrous way, “to offer his head for the safety of his Majesty’s.”  The two Municipals state the wish of Paris:  four things, of quite pacific tenor.  First, that the honour of Guarding his sacred person be conferred on patriot National Guards;—­say, the Centre Grenadiers, who as Gardes Francaises were wont to have that privilege.  Second, that provisions be got, if possible.  Third, that the Prisons, all crowded with political delinquents, may have judges sent them.  Fourth, that it would please his Majesty to come and live in Paris.  To all which four wishes, except the fourth, his Majesty answers readily, Yes; or indeed may almost say that he has already answered it.  To the fourth he can answer only, Yes or No; would so gladly answer, Yes and No!—­But, in any case, are not their dispositions, thank Heaven, so entirely pacific?  There is time for deliberation.  The brunt of the danger seems past!

Lafayette and d’Estaing settle the watches; Centre Grenadiers are to take the Guard-room they of old occupied as Gardes Francaises;—­for indeed the Gardes du Corps, its late ill-advised occupants, are gone mostly to Rambouillet.  That is the order of this night; sufficient for the night is the evil thereof.  Whereupon Lafayette and the two Municipals, with highflown chivalry, take their leave.