"How?"
"Quiet, then!" cried the public, waving their umbrellas with irritation.
"No one had noticed a jockey named Camoul le Sage, dressed entirely in black and wearing a remarkable ring, nor a horse named Jacques-Louis ... " said Château-Renard.
"Silence!" roared the crowd. This time, the viscount and Château-Renard finally noticed that it was them the public was addressing. They glared at the crowd to see who was responsible for this impertinence worthy of the orcs; but no one stepped forward.
"And what did that Pengolot of journalists, Boyen-Xènes-Baguines, have to say about the affair?" resumed Réginard.
The fox swished his tail with amusement. "He said: Not by the hand of man shall this new silmaril of the equestrian world fall. Then he continued his invective against De Brie's tobacco."
"Unjust fate!" cried one of the singers.
