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A Monk of Fife

CHAPTER XXIII--HOW ELLIOT'S JACKANAPES CAME HOME
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Seeing her thus in jeopardy, her maitre d'hotel, D'Aulon, though himself wounded in the heel so that he might not set foot to ground, mounted a horse, and riding up, asked her "why she abode there alone, and did not give ground like the others ?" At this the Maid lifted her helmet from her head, and so, uncovered, her face like marble for whiteness, and her eyes shining like steel, made answer-- "I am not alone; with me there are of mine fifty thousand! Hence I will not give back one step till I have taken the town." Then I wotted well that, sinful man as I am, I was in the company of the hosts of Heaven, though I saw them not.

Great heart this knowledge gave me and others, and the Maid crying, in a loud voice, "Aux fagots, tout le monde!" the very runaways heard her and came back with planks and faggots, and so, filling up the fosse and passing over, we ran into the breach, smiting and slaying, and the town was taken.
For my own part, I was so favoured that two knights yielded them my prisoners (I being the only man of gentle birth among those who beset them in a narrow wynd), and with their ransoms I deemed myself wealthy enough, as well I might.

So now I could look to win my heart's desire, if no ill fortune befell.

But little good fortune came in our way.

From La Charite, which was beset in the last days of November, we had perforce to give back, for the King sent us no munitions of war, and for lack of more powder and ball we might not make any breach in the walls of that town.


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