But concerning the manner of my escape from Paris I had told Elliot nothing for this cause.

My desire was, when soonest I had an occasion, to surprise her with the gift of her jackanapes anew, knowing well that nothing could make her greater joy, save my own coming, or a victory of the Maid.

The little creature had been my comrade wheresoever we went, as at Sully, Gien, and Bourges, only I took him not to the leaguers of St.Pierre le Moustier and La Charite, but left him with a fair lady of the Court.

He had waxed fat again, for as meagre as he was when he came to me in prison, and he was full of new tricks, warming himself at the great fire in hall, like a man.
Now in the middle of the month of January, in the year of Grace fourteen hundred and thirty, the Maid told us of her household that she would journey to Orleans, to abide for some space with certain ladies of her friends, namely, Madame de St.Mesmin and Madame de Mouchy, who loved her dearly.

To the most of us she gave holiday, to see our own friends.