Call they not him the Good Duke?
When we lay before Paris, the English put about a like lying tale concerning us, as if we should sack and slay all." "I pray that you speak sooth," said Father Francois.
On the next day, being May the twentieth, he came to me again, with a wan face.
"Burgundians are in Claroix," said he, "across the river, and yet others, with Jean de Luxembourg, at Margny, scarce a mile away, at the end of the causeway through the water meadows, beyond the bridge.

And the Duke is at Coudun, a league off to the right of Claroix, and I have clomb the tower-top, and thence seen the English at Venette, on the left hand of the causeway.

All is undone." "Nay, father, be of better cheer.

Our fort at the bridge end is stronger than Les Tourelles were at Orleans.

The English shot can scarce cross the river.