'Thus,' said the swart youth, 'I shall be within the law of my land, and gain the engines of the law on my side.' He seemed to think this important.
'With your accursed scruples,' cried Saint-Pol, smiting the table, 'you will gain nothing else.

Within your country's law, blockhead! Why, my sister is within the Count's country by this time!' 'Oh, leave him, leave him, Eustace,' said Des Barres, 'and come with me.
We shall meet him in the fair way yet, you and I together.' So the Frenchmen rode away, and Gilles, with his father and his parchments and his square forehead, went to Evreux, where King Henry then was.
Kneeling before their Duke, expounding their gravamens as if they were suing out a writ of _Mort d'Ancestor_, they very soon found out that he was no more a Norman than Saint-Pol.

The old King made short work of their '_ut predictum ests_' and '_Quaesumus igiturs_.' 'Good sirs,' says he, knitting his brows, 'where is this lord who has done you so much injury ?' 'My lord,' they report, 'he has her in his strong tower on the plain of Saint-Andre, some ten leagues from here.' Then cries the old King, 'Smoke him out, you fools! What! a badger.

Draw the thief.' Then Gilles the elder flattened his lips together and afterwards pursed them.

'Lord,' he said, 'that we dare not do without your express commandment.' 'Why, why,' snaps the King, 'if I give it you, my solemn fools ?' Young Gilles stood up, a weighty youth.