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volution Square。 This vast expanse was soon covered by an ocean of soft hats； and the crowd of demonstrators； continually increased by sight…seers； having crossed the bridge； struck its dark wave against the walls of the legislative enclosure。 Cries； murmurs； and songs went up to the impassive sky。 〃It is Chatillon we want！〃 〃Down with the Deputies！〃 〃Down with the Republicans！〃 〃Death to the Republicans！〃 The devoted band of Dracophils； led by Prince des Boscenos； struck up the august canticle：
Vive Crucho； Vaillant et sage； Plein de courage Des le berceau！
Behind the wall silence alone replied。
This silence and the absence of guards encouraged and at the same time frightened the crowd。 Suddenly a formidable voice cried out：
〃Attack！〃
And Prince des Boscenos was seen raising his gigantic form to the top of the wall； which was covered with barbs and iron spikes。 Behind him rushed his companions； and the people followed。 Some hammered against the wall to make holes in it； others endeavoured to tear down the spikes and to pull out the barbs。 These defences had given way in places and some of the invaders had stripped the wall and were sitting astride on the top。 Prince des Boscenos was waving an immense green flag。 Suddenly the crowd wavered and from it came a long cry of terror。 The police and the Republican carabineers issuing out of all the entrances of the palace formed themselves into a column beneath the wall and in a moment it was cleared of its besiegers。 After a long moment of suspense the noise of arms was heard； and the police charged the crowd with fixed bayonets。 An instant afterwards and on the deserted square strewn with hats and walking…sticks there reigned a sinister silence。 Twice again the Dracophils attempted to form； twice they were repulsed。 The rising was conquered。 But Prince des Boscenos； standing on the wall of the hostile palace； his flag in his hand； still repelled the attack of a whole brigade。 He knocked down all who approached him。 At last he； too； was thrown down； and fell on an iron spike； to which he remained hooked； still clasping the standard of the Draconides。
On the following day the Ministers of the Republic and the Members of Parliament determined to take energetic measures。 In vain； this time； did President Formose attempt to evade his responsibilities。 The government discussed the question of depriving Chatillon of his rank and dignities and of indicting him before the High Court as a conspirator； an enemy of the public good； a traitor； etc。
At this news the Emiral's old companions in arms； who the very evening before had beset him with their adulations； made no effort to conceal their joy。 But Chatillon remained popular with the middle classes of Alca and one still heard the hymn of the liberator sounding in the streets； 〃It is Chatillon we want。〃
The Ministers were embarrassed。 They intended to indict Chatillon before the High Court。 But they knew nothing； they remained in that total ignorance reserved for those who govern men。 They were incapable of advancing any grave charges against Chatillon。 They could supply the prosecution with nothing but the ridiculous lies of their spies。 Chatillon's share in the plot and his relations with Prince Crucho remained the secret of the thirty thousand Dracophils。 The Ministers and the Deputies had suspicions and even certainties； but they had no proofs。 The Public Prosecutor said to the Minister of justice： 〃Very little is needed for a political prosecution！ but I have nothing at all and that is not enough。〃 The affair made no progress。 The enemies of the Republic were triumphant。
On the eighteenth of September the news ran in Alca that Chatillon had taken flight。 Everywhere there was surprise and astonishment。 People doubted； for they could not understand。
This is what had happened： One day as the brave Under…Emiral Vulcanmould happened； as if by chance； to go into the office of M。 Barbotan； the Minister of Foreign Affairs； he remarked with his usual frankness：
〃M。 Barbotan； your colleagues do not seem to me to be up to much； it is evident that they have never commanded a ship。 That fool Chatillon gives them a deuced bad fit of the shivers。〃
The Minister； in sign of denial； waved his paper…knife in the air above his desk。
〃Don't deny it；〃 answered Vulcanmould。 〃You don't know how to get rid of Chatillon。 You do not dare to indict him before the High Court because you are not sure of being able to bring forward a strong enough charge。 Bigourd will defend him； and Bigourd is a clever advocate。 。 。 。 You are right； M。 Barbotan； you are right。 It would be a dangerous trial。〃
〃Ah！ my friend；〃 said the Minister； in a careless tone； 〃if you knew how satisfied we are。 。 。 。 I receive the most reassuring news from my prefects。 The good sense of the Penguins will do justice to the intrigues of this mutinous soldier。 Can you suppose for a moment that a great people； an intelligent； laborious people； devoted to liberal institutions which。 。 。〃
Vulcanmould interrupted with a great sigh：
〃Ah！ If I had time to do it I would relieve you of your difficulty。 I would juggle away my Chatillon like a nutmeg out of a thimble。 I would fillip him off to Porpoisia。〃
The Minister paid close attention。
〃It would not take long；〃 continued the sailor。 〃I would rid you in a trice of the creature。 。 。 。 But just now I have other fish to fry。 。 。 。 I am in a bad hole。 I must find a pretty big sum。 But； deuce take it； honour before everything。〃
The Minister and the Under…Emiral looked at each other for a moment in silence。 Then Barbotan said with authority：
〃Under…Emiral Vulcanmould； get rid of this seditious soldier。 You will render a great service to Penguinia； and the Minister of Home Affairs will see that your gambling debts are paid。〃
The same evening Vulcanmould called on Chatillon and looked at him for some time with an expression of grief and mystery。
〃My do you look like that？〃 asked the Emiral in an uneasy tone。
Vulcanmould said to him sadly：
〃Old brother in arms； all is discovered。 For the past half…hour the government knows everything。〃
At these words Chatillon sank down overwhelmed。
Vulcanmould continued：
〃You may be arrested any moment。 I advise you to make off。〃
And drawing out his watch：
〃Not a minute to lose。〃
〃Have I time to call on the Viscountess Olive？〃
〃It would be mad；〃 said Vulcanmould； handing him a passport and a pair of blue spectacles； and telling him to have courage。
〃I will；〃 said Chatillon。
〃Good…bye！ old chum。〃
〃Good…bye and thanks！ You have saved my life。〃
〃That is the least I could do。〃
A quarter of an hour later the brave Emiral had left the city of Alca。
He embarked at night on an old cutter at La Cirque and set sail for Porpoisia。 But eight miles from the coast he was captured by a despatch…boat which was sailing without lights and which was under； the flag of the Queen of the Black Islands。 That Queen had for a long time nourished a fatal passion for Chatillon。
VII。 CONCLUSION
Nunc est bibendum。 Delivered from its fears and pleased at having escaped from so great a danger； the government resolved to celebrate the anniversary of the Penguin regeneration and the establishment of the Republic by holding a general holiday。
President Formose； the Ministers； and the members of the Chamber and of the Senate were present at the ceremony。
The Generalissimo of the Penguin army was present in uniform。 He was cheered。
Preceded by the black flag of misery and the red flag of revolt； deputations of workmen walked in the procession； their aspect one of grim protection。
President； Ministers； Deputies； officials； heads of the magistracy and of the army； each； in their own names and in the name of the sovereign people； renewed the ancient oath to live in freedom or to die。 It was an alternative upon which they were resolutely determined。 But they preferred to live in freedom。 There were games； speeches； and songs。
After the departure of the representatives of the State the crowd of citizens separated slowly and peaceably； shouting out； 〃Hurrah for the Republic！〃 〃Hurrah for liberty！〃 〃Down with the shaven pates！〃
The newspapers mentioned only one regrettable incident that happened on that wonderful day。 Prince des Boscenos was quietly smoking a cigar in the Queen's Meadow when the State procession passed by。 The prince approached the Minister's carriage and said in a loud voice： 〃Death to the Republicans！〃 He was immediately apprehended by the police； to whom he offered a most desperate resistance。 He knocked them down in crowds； but he was conquered by numbers； and； bruised； scratched； swollen； and unrecognisable even to the eyes of。 his wife； he was dragged through the joyous streets into an obscure prison。
The magistrates carried on the case against Chatillon in a peculiar style。 Letters were found at the Admiralty which revealed the complicity of the Reverend Father Agaric in the plot。 Immediately public opinion was inflamed against the monks； and Parliament voted； one after the other； a dozen laws which restrained； diminished； limited； prescribed； suppressed； determined； and curtailed； their rights