D'Artagnan, the King Maker — page 283: what you’re looking at

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266 Tapping the Volcano. the palace, guided another column. He was one of the first to acquire a footing in the corridor. In his brigade were Brothers of the Coast with boarding hatchets and boat hooks, which no door or barrier could resist. “Portugal!” cried the gentlemen rebels. “For our own hands!” shouted the sailors. Indeed, the ensign of these strangers in Lisbon was two hands enclasped on a white field waved with blue; enough of the arm was shown to present the bared one as the sailor’s, the one in a sleeve was the fisher’s. In the north wing, the governor-general was living. It was Vasconsellos. One of his officers came out on the landing, where the axes had shivered a door, and challenged the infuriates. “We are driving out our tyrants!” they deigned to explain. A magistrate who had been closeted with the governor came up beside the officer. It was the police chief, Soarez. His studied speech was rendered inaudible by the clamor. “Long live the Duke of Braganza! our own king! Death to all tyrants!” He and the officer madly hurled a “Long live the King of Spain!” but before they could draw back they were _pulled down; their coat and robe were ripped off, and they were trampled under foot. As the rioters surged over them, pistol shots were fired at the bodies, but soon all were swept up to the closed inner doors. Palleria, Vasconsellos’ captain of guards, urged his master to escape by the back stairs, but the assaulting party were hammering on the last barricade while they were arguing. “Fly to the Corregidor’s,”’ said the captain; “it is manned and stored to hold out for an age!” He had no idea that this chosen stronghold for the ul- timate stand was already in the hands of Pedro and the fishers. The governor-general stole out as the mob tore in, spread over the room and, making “an olla podrida’ of the furniture, books and papers, as record says, probed all nooks, cut open coffers and trunks to make sure the hated Eomicbooks.co