"What need you, fair father ?" asked Richemont.
The prior answered that he wished to speak with my lord the constable.
Richemont replied that it was he himself.

"Pardon me, my lord," said the prior, "I did not know you; I wish to speak to you, if you please." "Gladly," said Richemont.

"Well, my lord, you yesterday held counsel and considered about disburdening yourself from the government and office you hold hereabouts." "How know you that?
Who told you ?" "My lord, I do not know it through any person of your council, and do not put yourself out to learn who told me, for it was one of my brethren.

My lord, do not do this thing; and be not troubled, for God will help you." "Ah! fair father, how can that be?
The king has no mind to aid me or grant me men or money; and the men-at-arms hate me because I have justice done on them, and they have no mind to obey me." "My lord, they will do what you desire; and the king will give you orders to go and lay siege to Meaux, and will send you men and money." "Ah! fair father, Meaux is so strong! How can it be done?
The King of England was there for nine months before it." "My lord, be not you troubled; you will not be there so long; keep having good hope in God and He will help you.

Be ever humble and grow not proud; you will take Meaux ere long; your men will grow proud; they will then have somewhat to suffer; but you will come out of it to your honor." The good prior was right.