It wasn't me, mademoiselle, but my friend. He's a pious man and believed them to be demons and shot one of them not long after his arrival. They didn't take kindly to that and I helped defend him from the mob - nothing excessively violent, of course. A vegetable was thrown, a sword brandished, and some words said in bad temper. [And continuously said in bad temper any time they wreaked their mischief, be honest Porthos.]