One and another would keep us, hoping to gain introduction to some influential man, in whose ears we could tell our tale.

And so matters went on, and we were passed from place to place, always well treated and well cared for.
In the spring we went to France, though we were warned of danger, because of the war.

But we met with no hurt.

Humphrey passed as my servant, and I have French blood in my veins, and can speak the language as one born there.

Nor did we go to any large centres, but contented ourselves with the remote spots, where I found kinsfolk of mine own name living still.