Conde was furious.

"Tavannes and Vallon ought to wear bridles," he said; "they are asses;" he left his house, and placed himself once more at the head of his army, at first following after Turenne, and soon to sever himself completely from that Paris which was slipping away from him.

"He would find himself more at home at the head of four squadrons in the Ardennes than commanding a dozen millions of such fellows as we have here, without excepting President Charton," said the Duke of Orleans.

"The prince was wasting away with sheer disgust; he was so weary of hearing all the talk about Parliament, court of aids, chambers in assembly, and Hotel de Ville, that he would often declare that his grandfather had never been more fatigued by the parsons of La Rochelle." The great Conde was athirst for the thrilling emotions of war; and the crime he committed was to indulge at any price that boundless passion.

Ever victorious at the head of French armies, he was about to make experience of defeat in the service of the foreigner.
The king had proclaimed a general amnesty on the 18th of October; and on the 21st he set out in state for Paris.