The sudden insatiable cruelty that too often degrades human nature had awaked in the populace:all heads were turned with hatred and frenzy;all imaginations inflamed with the passion for revenge;groups of men and women,roaring like wild beasts,threatened to knock down the walls of the prison,if the condemned were not handed over to them to take to the place of punishment:a great murmur arose,continuous,ever the same,like the growling of thunder:the queen's heart was petrified with terror.
But,in spite of the desire of Bertram de Baux to satisfy the popular wish,the preparations for the solemn execution were not completed till midday,when the sun's rays fell scorchingly upon the town.
There went up a mighty cry from ten thousand palpitating breasts when a report first ran through the crowd that the prisoners were about to appear.There was a moment of silence,and the prison doors rolled slowly back on their hinges with a rusty,grating noise.A triple row of horsemen,with lowered visor and lance in rest,started the procession,and amid yells and curses the condemned prisoners came out one by one,each tied upon a cart,gagged and naked to the waist,in charge of two executioners,whose orders were to torture them the whole length of their way.On the first cart was the former laundress of Catana,afterwards wife of the grand seneschal and governess to the queen,Philippa of Cabane:the two executioners at right and left of her scourged her with such fury that the blood spurting up from the wounds left a long track in all the streets passed by the cortege.
Immediately following their mother on separate carts came the Countesses of Terlizzi and Morcone,the elder no more than eighteen years of age.The two sisters were so marvellously beautiful that in the crowd a murmur of surprise was heard,and greedy eyes were fixed upon their naked trembling shoulders.But the men charged to torture them gazed with ferocious smiles upon their forms of seductive beauty,and,armed with sharp knives,cut off pieces of their flesh with a deliberate enjoyment and threw them out to the crowd,who eagerly struggled to get them,signing to the executioners to show which part of the victims'bodies they preferred.
Robert of Cabane,the grand seneschal,the Counts of Terlizzi and Morcone,Raymond Pace,brother of the old valet who had been executed the day before,and many more,were dragged on similar carts,and both scourged with ropes and slashed with knives;their flesh was torn out with red-hot pincers,and flung upon brazen chafing-dishes.
No cry of pain was heard from the grand seneschal,he never stirred once in his frightful agony;yet the torturers put such fury into their work that the poor wretch was dead before the goal was reached.
In the centre of the square of Saint Eligius an immense stake was set up:there the prisoners were taken,and what was left of their mutilated bodies was thrown into the flames.The Count of Terlizzi and the grand seneschal's widow were still alive,and two tears of blood ran down the cheeks of the miserable mother as she saw her son's corpse and the palpitating remains of her two daughters cast upon the fire--they by their stifled cries showed that they had not ceased to suffer.But suddenly a fearful noise overpowered the groans of the victims ;the enclosure was broken and overturned by the mob.Like madmen,they rushed at the burning pile,--armed with sabres,axes,and knives,and snatching the bodies dead or alive from the flames,tore them to pieces,carrying off the bones to make whistles or handles for their daggers as a souvenir of this horrible day.
