As soon as I beheld it was broad day, I apprehended all the danger my sister had spoken of was over; and being inclined to sleep, I bade my nurse make the door fast, and I applied myself to take some repose.  In about an hour I was awakened by a violent noise at the door, made with both hands and feet, and a voice calling out, “Navarre!  Navarre!” My nurse, supposing the King my husband to be at the door, hastened to open it, when a gentleman, named M. de Teian, ran in, and threw himself immediately upon my bed.  He had received a wound in his arm from a sword, and another by a pike, and was then pursued by four archers, who followed him into the bedchamber.  Perceiving these last, I jumped out of bed, and the poor gentleman after me, holding me fast by the waist.  I did not then know him; neither was I sure that he came to do me no harm, or whether the archers were in pursuit of him or me.  In this situation I screamed aloud, and he cried out likewise, for our fright was mutual.  At length, by God’s providence, M. de Nangay, captain of the guard, came into the bed-chamber, and, seeing me thus surrounded, though he could not help pitying me, he was scarcely able to refrain from laughter.  However, he reprimanded the archers very severely for their indiscretion, and drove them out of the chamber.  At my request he granted the poor gentleman his life, and I had him put to bed in my closet, caused his wounds to be dressed, and did not suffer him to quit my apartment until he was perfectly cured.  I changed my shift, because it was stained with the blood of this man, and, whilst I was doing so, De Nangay gave me an account of the transactions of the foregoing night, assuring me that the King my husband was safe, and actually at that moment in the King’s bedchamber.  He made me muffle myself up in a cloak, and conducted me to the apartment of my sister, Madame de Lorraine, whither I arrived more than half dead.  As we passed through the antechamber, all the doors of which were wide open, a gentleman of the name of Bourse, pursued by archers, was run through the body with a pike, and fell dead at my feet.  As if I had been killed by the same stroke, I fell, and was caught by M. de Nangay before I reached the ground.  As soon as I recovered from this fainting-fit, I went into my sister’s bedchamber, and was immediately followed by M. de Mioflano, first gentleman to the King my husband, and Armagnac, his first valet de chambre, who both came to beg me to save their lives.  I went and threw myself on my knees before the King and the Queen my mother, and obtained the lives of both of them.