initial a mountain has suddenly sprung up in the garden of the tuileries. under a cloudless sky, maximilien heads the procession of his colleagues in a blue coat and yellow breeches, carrying in his hand a bouquet of wheatears, cornflowers and poppies. he ascends the mountain and proclaims the god of jean-jacques to the republic, which hears and weeps. oh purity! oh sweetness! oh faith! oh antique simplicity! oh tears of pity! oh fertilizing dew! oh clemency! oh human fraternity!
in vain atheism still lifts its hideous face; maximilien grasps a torch; flames devour the monster and wisdom appears, with one hand pointing to the sky, in the other holding a crown of stars.
on the platform raised against the fa?ade of the tuileries, évariste, standing amid a throng of deeply-stirred spectators, sheds tears of joy and renders thanks to god. an era of universal felicity opens before his eyes.
he sighs:
"at last we shall be happy, pure, innocent, if the scoundrels suffer it."
alas! the scoundrels have not suffered it. there must be more executions; more torrents of tainted blood must be shed. three days after the festival celebrating the new alliance and the reconciliation of heaven and earth, the convention promulgates the law of prairial which suppresses, with a sort of ferocious good-nature, all the traditional forms of law, whatever has been devised since the time of the roman jurisconsults for the safeguarding of innocence under suspicion. no more sifting of evidence, no more questioning of the accused, no more witnesses, no more counsel for the defence; love of the fatherland supplies everything that is needful. the prisoner, who bears locked up in his bosom his guilt or innocence, passes without a word allowed before the patriot jury, and it is in this brief moment they must unravel his case, often complicated and obscure. how is justice possible? how distinguish in an instant between the honest man and the villain, the patriot and the enemy of the fatherland...?
disconcerted for the moment, gamelin quickly learned his new duties and accommodated himself to his new functions. he recognized that this curtailment of formalities was genuinely characteristic of the new justice, at once salutary and terrifying, the administrators of which were no longer ermined pedants leisurely weighing the pros and contras in their gothic balances, but good sansculottes judging by inspiration and seeing the whole truth in a flash. when guarantees and precautions would have undone everything, the impulses of an upright heart saved the situation. we must follow the promptings of nature, the good mother who never deceives; the heart must teach us to do judgment, and gamelin made invocation to the manes of jean-jacques:
"man of virtue, inspire me with the love of men, the ardent desire to regenerate humankind!"
his colleagues, for the most part, felt with him. they were, first and foremost, simple people; and when the forms of law were simplified, they felt more comfortable. justice thus abbreviated satisfied them; the pace was quickened, and no obstacles were left to fret them. they limited themselves to an inquiry into the opinions of the accused, not conceiving it possible that anyone could think differently from themselves except in pure perversity. believing themselves the exclusive possessors of truth, wisdom, the quintessence of good, they attributed to their opponents nothing but error and evil. they felt themselves all-powerful; they envisaged god.
they saw god, these jurors of the revolutionary tribunal. the supreme being, acknowledged by maximilien, flooded them with his flames of light. they loved, they believed.
the chair of the accused had been replaced by a vast platform able to accommodate fifty persons; the court only dealt with batches now. the public prosecutor would often confound under the same charge or implicate as accomplices individuals who met each other for the first time before the tribunal. the latter, taking advantage of the terrible facilities accorded by the law of prairial, sat in judgment on those supposed prison plots which, coming after the proscriptions of the dantonists and the commune, were made to seem their outcome by the insinuations of cunning adversaries. in fact, to let the world appreciate the two essential characteristics of a conspiracy fomented by foreign gold against the republic,—to wit inopportune moderation on the one hand and self-interested excess of zeal on the other, they had united in the same condemnation two very different women, the widow of camille desmoulins, poor lovable lucille, and the widow of the hébertist momoro, goddess of a day and jolly companion all her life. both, to make the analogy complete, had been shut up in the same prison, where they had mingled their tears on the same bench; both, to round off the resemblance, had climbed the scaffold. too ingenious the symbol,—a masterpiece of equilibrium, conceived doubtless by a lawyer's brain, and the honour of which was given to maximilien. this representative of the people was accredited with every eventuality, happy or unhappy, that came about in the republic, every change that was effected in the laws, in manners and morals, the very course of the seasons, the harvests, the incidence of epidemics. unjust of course, but not unmerited the injustice, for indeed the man, the little, spruce, cat-faced dandy, was all powerful with the people....
that day the tribunal was clearing off a batch of prisoners involved in the great plot, thirty or more conspirators from the luxembourg, submissive enough in gaol, but royalists or federalists of the most pronounced type. the prosecution relied almost entirely on the evidence of a single informer. the jurors did not know one word of the matter,—not so much as the conspirators' names. gamelin, casting his eye over the prisoners' bench, recognized fortuné chassagne among the accused. julie's lover, pale-faced and emaciated by long confinement and his features showing coarser in the glare of light that flooded the hall, still retained traces of his old grace and proud bearing. his eyes met gamelin's and filled with scorn.
gamelin, possessed by a calm fury, rose, asked leave to speak, and, fixing his eyes on the bust of roman brutus, which looked down on the tribunal:
"citoyen president," he said, "although there may exist between one of the accused and myself ties which, if they were made public, would be ties of married kinship, i hereby declare i do not decline to act. the two bruti did not decline their duty, when for the salvation of the state and the cause of freedom, the one had to condemn a son, the other to strike down an adoptive father."
he resumed his seat.
"a fine scoundrel that," muttered chassagne between his teeth.
the public remained cold, whether because it was tired of high-flown characters, or thinking that gamelin had triumphed too easily over his feelings of family affection.
"citoyen gamelin," said the president, "by the terms of the law, every refusal must be formulated in writing within the twenty-four hours preceding the opening of the trial. in any case, you have no reason to refuse; a patriot jury is superior to human passions."
each prisoner was questioned for three or four minutes, the examination resulting in a verdict of death in every instance. the jurors voted without a word said, by a nod of the head or by exclamation. when gamelin's turn came to pronounce his opinion:
"all the accused," he declared, "are convicted, and the law is explicit."
as he was descending the stairway of the palais de justice, a young man dressed in a bottle-green box-coat, and who looked seventeen or eighteen years of age, stopped him abruptly as he went by. the lad wore a round hat, tilted on the back of his head, the brim framing his fine pale face in a dark aureole. facing the juror, in a terrible voice vibrating with passion and despair:
"villain, monster, murderer!" he screamed. "strike me, coward! i am a woman! have me arrested, have me guillotined, cain! i am your sister,"—and julie spat in his face.
the throng of tricoteuses and sansculottes was relaxing by this time in its revolutionary vigilance; its civic zeal had largely cooled; gamelin and his assailant found themselves the centre of nothing worse than uproar and confusion. julie fought a way through the press and disappeared in the dark.
