This time there was something more than cries of expectation or cries of joy, there were cries of pain.
Halberds struck men down, swords ran through them, muskets were discharged at them.

The confusion became then so great that D'Artagnan could no longer distinguish anything.

Then, from this chaos, suddenly surged something like a visible intention, like a will pronounced.

The condemned had been torn from the hands of the guards, and were being dragged towards the house of L'Image-de-Notre-Dame.

Those who dragged them shouted, "_Vive Colbert!_" The people hesitated, not knowing which they ought to fall upon, the archers or the aggressors.