On the thirteenth day of September, after dinner, the King, with all his counsellors, rode away from St.Denis, towards Gien on the Loire.

The Maiden, for her part, hung up all her harness that she had worn, save the sword of St.Catherine of Fierbois, in front of the altar of Our Lady, and the blessed relics of St.Denis in the chapel.
Thereafter she rode, as needs she must, and we of her company with her, to join the King, for so he commanded.
And now was the will of the Maid and of the Duc d'Alencon broken, and broken was all that great army, whereof some were free lances out of many lands, but more were nobles of France with their men, who had served without price or pay, for love of France and of the Maid.

Never again were they mustered; nay when, after some weeks passed, the gentle Duc d'Alencon prayed that he might have the Maiden with him, and burst into Normandy, where the English were strongest, by the Marches of Maine, even this grace was refused to him, by the malengin and ill-will of La Tremouille and the Archbishop of Reims.

And these two fair friends met never more again, neither at fray nor feast.

May she, among the Saints, so work by her prayers that the late sin and treason of the gentle Duke may be washed out and made clean, for while she lived there was no man more dear to her, nor any that followed her more stoutly in every onfall.
Now concerning the times that came after this shameful treason at Paris, I have no joy to write.