In the dead of night, Anning was escorted by the uprising populace to the Paris City Hall.
Accompanying him was the corpse of the Commander of Bastille Prison, Marquis de Launey.
Seeing the body, Lafayette frowned: "I was playing bridge with Marquis de Launey just last week."
Anning hurriedly said, "I tried to stop the mob's lynching, but it was already too late."
"Perhaps this was his fate," sighed Marquis Lafayette. "It's probably a good thing that the people's anger has dissipated like this."
It seemed Lafayette didn't care much about his friend, Marquis de Launey.
"The Father of America" changed the topic: "I heard that you personally commanded the siege? How did you manage to breach the fortress in such a short time?"
Anning smiled: "There's no secret, I simply moved the cannons to within less than fifty paces of the gate and opened fire. I first targeted the drawbridge, then pushed the cannon into the barbican and fired at the inner gate."
