There they put me in bonds, gave me of their courtesy a jug of water and a loaf of black bread by me, and then, taking my dagger, my sword, and all that was in my pouch, they left me with curses.
"You shall hear how the onfall goes, belike," they said, "and to-morrow shall be your judgment." With that the door grated and rang, the key was turned in the lock, and their iron tread sounded on the stone stairs, going upwards.

The room was high, narrow, and lit by a barred and stanchioned window, far above my reach, even if I had been unbound.

I shame to say it, but I rolled over on my face and wept.

This was the end of my hopes and proud heart.
That they would burn me, despite their threats I scarce believed, for I had in nowise offended Holy Church, or in matters of the Faith, and only for such heretics, or wicked dealers in art-magic, is lawfully ordained the death by fire.

But here was I prisoner, all that I had won at Orleans would do little more than pay my own ransom; from the end of my risk and travail I was now further away than ever.
So I mused, weeping for very rage, but then came a heavy rolling sound overhead, as of moving wheeled pieces of ordnance.