“France!” cried the one who came from the opposite hill, at the same time raising his hat, which had a white plume in it.

“Oh! it is you!” cried Henri, with a burst of joy.

“You, Henri! you, my brother!” cried the other.

And they set off as quickly as their horses could manage to go, and soon, among the frantic acclamations of the spectators on each side, embraced long and tenderly.  Soon, all—­gendarmes and light horse—­Huguenots and Catholics—­rushed along the road, pioneered by the two brothers.  Soon the two camps were joined, and there, where they had thought to find death, nearly 3,000 Frenchmen cried, “Thank God!” and “Vive la France!”

“Gentlemen,” said a Huguenot officer, “it is ‘Long live the admiral,’ you should cry, for it is to M. de Joyeuse alone that we now owe the happiness of embracing our countrymen.”

Immense acclamations followed this speech.  The two brothers talked for some time, and then Joyeuse asked Henri if he had heard news of the duke.

“It appears he is dead,” replied Henri.

“Is that certain?”

“The gendarmes saw his horse drowned, and a rider, whose head was under water, dragged by the stirrup.”

“It has been a sad day for France,” said Joyeuse.  Then turning to his men he said, “Come, gentlemen, let us not lose time.  Once the waters have retired we shall probably be attacked.  Let us intrench ourselves until the arrival of news and food.”

“But, monseigneur,” said a voice, “the horses have eaten nothing since four o’clock yesterday, and are dying with hunger.”

“We have corn in our encampment,” said the ensign, “but what shall we do for the men?”

“Oh!” said Joyeuse, “if there be corn, that is all I ask; the men must live like the horses.”

“Brother,” said Henri, “I want a little conversation with you.”

“Go back to your place; choose a lodging for me, and wait for me there.”

Henri went back.

“We are now in the midst of an army,” said he to Remy; “hide yourselves in the lodging I will show you, and do not let madame be seen by any one.”

Remy installed himself with Diana in the lodging pointed out.  About two o’clock the Duc de Joyeuse entered with his trumpets blowing, lodged his troops, and gave strict injunctions to prevent disorder.  He distributed barley to the men, and hay to the horses, and to the wounded some wine and beer, which had been found in the cellars, and himself, in sight of all, dined on a piece of black bread and a glass of water.  Everywhere he was received as a deliverer with cries of gratitude.

“Now,” said he to his brother, when they were alone, “let the Flemings come, and I will beat them, and even, if this goes on, eat them, for in truth I am very hungry, and this is miserable stuff,” added he, throwing into a corner the piece of bread, which in public he had eaten so enthusiastically.