“Having arrived at the castle, they found the draw-bridge down and the postern open, so confident and unsuspecting were the Basques, and entered, cutlasses drawn and pikes forward, into the great hall.  There were killed seven young men, who had barricaded themselves behind tables and would there make sport with their dirks, but the good halberds, well pointed and sharp as they were, soon silenced them.  The others, having closed the gates, from within, thought that they would have power to defend themselves or time to flee; but the Bayonne marines, with their great axes, hewed down the planks, and split the first brains which happened to be near.  The mayor, seeing that the Basques were tightly girt with their red sashes, went about saying, (for he was unusually facetious on days of battle,) ’Lard these fine gallants for me!  Forward the spit into their flesh justicoats!’ And, in fact, the spits went forward so that all were perforated and opened, some through and through, so that you might have seen daylight through them, and that the hall, half an hour after, was full of pale and red bodies, several bent over benches, others in a pile in the corners, some with their noses glued to the table like drunkards, so that a Bayonnais, looking at them, said, ‘This is the veal market!’ Many, pricked from behind, had leaped through the windows, and were found next morning, with cleft head or broken spine, in the ditches.

“There remained only five men alive, noblemen, two named D’Urtubie, two De Saint-Pe, and one De Lahet, whom the mayor had set aside as a precious commodity.  Then, having sent some one to open the gates of Bayonne and command the people to come, he ordered them to set fire to the castle.  It was a fine sight, for the castle burned from midnight until morning.  As each turret, wall or floor fell, the people, delighted, raised a great shout.  There were volleys of sparks in the smoke and flames, that stopped short, then began again suddenly, as at public rejoicings, so that the warden, an honorable advocate and a great literary man, uttered this saying:  ’Fine festival for Bayonne folk; for the Basques, great barbecue of hogs!’

“The castle being burned, the mayor said to the five noblemen that he wished to deal with them with all friendliness, and that they should themselves be judges if the tide came as far as the bridge.  Then he had them fastened two by two to the arches, until the tide should rise, assuring them that they were in a good place for seeing.  The people were all on the bridge and along the banks, watching the swelling of the flood.  Little by little it mounted to their breasts, then to their necks, and they threw back their heads so as to lift their mouths a little higher.  The people laughed aloud, calling out to them that the time for drinking had come, as with the monks at matins, and that they would have enough for the rest of their days.  Then the water entered the mouth and nose of the three who were lowest; their throats gurgled as when bottles are filled, and the people applauded, saying that the drunkards swallowed too fast and were going to strangle themselves out of pure greediness.