text:  The Prince of Conde with the laurels he has gained on the battle-field of Lens yet fresh upon his brow hurries to Paris to take part against the Fronde; the queen and Mazarine are anxious to escape from the capital in order to carry on the war in the open field instead of in the narrow streets fighting in which latter or from behind their barricades the ill-disciplined troops of the insurgents are nearly as efficient as the most practised veterans