— Fontrailles with his arm in a sling — wounded guards — horses bleeding; eh, then, what are the sentinels about? They are aiming — they are going to fire!”
“They have received orders to fire on the people if the people approach the Palais Royal!” exclaimed Mazarin.
“But if they fire, all is lost!” cried D’Artagnan.
“We have the gates.”
“The gates! to hold for five minutes — the gates, they will be torn down, twisted into iron wire, ground to powder! God’s death, don’t fire!” screamed D’Artagnan, throwing open the window.
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