Within the sacred enclosure many masses were said daily, while all this devil's work was going on without.

The saint who had been buried for centuries was comfortably housed and guarded by the monarch, while dogs were gnawing the carcases of the freshly-slain men of Saint Quentin, and troopers were driving into perpetual exile its desolate and mutilated women.
The most distinguished captives upon this occasion were, of course, Coligny and his brother.

Andelot was, however, fortunate enough to make his escape that night under the edge of the tent in which he was confined.

The Admiral was taken to Antwerp.

Here he lay for many weeks sick with a fever.