For my master is a friend of the King and, what is better, of Louis the Dauphin.

He gat the King back a whole province--a dukedom so they say, from the hands of some Scots fool that had it off his grandfather for deeds done in the ancient wars.

And in return the King will protect my master against all his enemies.

Do I not speak the truth ?" Laurence hoped that he did, but liked not the veiled hints and insinuations of some surprising secret in the life of the marshal, possessed by his dear cousin and well-beloved servant Gilles de Sille.
With an ever loosening tongue the favourite went on: "A great soldier is our master--none greater, not even Dunois himself.
Why, he rode into Orleans at the right hand of the Maid.

None in all the army was so great with her as he.