"Where is the _veto_ ?" he said, thrusting in the direction of the king's breast a long stick with an iron dart at the end.

One of the grenadiers pressed down this stick with his bayonet, and thrust aside the arm of this infuriated creature.
The brigand fell at the feet of the citizen, and this act of energy imposed on his companions, and they trampled upon the man as he lay.
Pikes, hatchets, and knives were lowered or withdrawn.

The majesty of royalty resumed its empire for a moment, and this mob restrained itself at a certain distance from the king, in an attitude rather of brutal curiosity than of ferocity.
XIX.
Several officers of the National Guard, roused by the report of the king's danger, had hastened to join the brave grenadiers, and made a space round Louis XVI.

The king, who had but one thought, which was to keep the people away from the apartment in which he had left the queen, ordered the door of the _Salle de Conseil_ to be closed behind him.

He was followed by the multitude into the salon of the _OEil de Boeuf_, under pretence that this apartment, from its extent, would allow a greater quantity of citizens to see and speak with him.