They were firing on those of our men who had not set foot on the drawbridge when it flew up.

Soon the portcullis rose again, and the bridge fell, to let in a band of English archers, through whom our Scots were cutting their way back towards St.Denis.
Of all this I got glimpses, rather than clear sight, as the throng within the gateway reeled and shifted, crushing me sorely.

Presently the English from without trooped in, laughing and cursing, welcomed by their fellows, and every man of them prying into my face, and gibing.

It had been a settled plan: we were betrayed, it was over clear, and now a harsh voice behind making me turn, I saw the wolf's face of Father Thomas under his hood, and his yellow fangs.
"Ha! fair clerk, they that be no clerks themselves may yet hire clerks to work for them.

How like you my brother, the Carmelite ?" Then I knew too well how this stratagem had all been laid by that devil, and my heart turned to water within me.
Randal was led away, but round me the crowd gathered in the open space, for I was haled into the greater gate tower beyond the wet fosse, and from all quarters ran soldiers, and men, women, and children of the town to mock me.
"Behold her," cried Father Thomas, climbing on a mounting-stone, as one who would preach to the people, while the soldiers that held me laughed.
"Behold this wonderful wonder of all wonders, the miraculous Maid of the Armagnacs! She boasted that, by help of the Saints, she would be the first within the city, and lo! she is the first, but she has come without her army.