Count John of Mortain had his head sunk to his breast-bone, his thin hands not at rest, but one finger picking ever at another.

Even the Duke of Burgundy, the burly eater, was moved, as could be seen by the working of his cheek-bones.

Two nuns were carried out for dead.

All this I saw between my hands as I knelt in prayer.

But much more I saw: it seems that I had called down testimony from on high.