Carpalin, obeying him, departed suddenly and did as he was appointed by Pantagruel, and all the combatants came forth that were in the city, and when he had set fire in the tents and pavilions, he passed so lightly through them, and so highly and profoundly did they snort and sleep, that they never perceived him.

He came to the place where their artillery was, and set their munition on fire.

But here was the danger.
The fire was so sudden that poor Carpalin had almost been burnt.

And had it not been for his wonderful agility he had been fried like a roasting pig.

But he departed away so speedily that a bolt or arrow out of a crossbow could not have had a swifter motion.