"You can keep your own ?" "Nom Dieu, yea!" said Barthelemy.
"And your Scots friend I can trust.

A good-day to you, and thanks many." Thereupon he went forth.
"What has he in his mind ?" I asked Barthelemy.
"Belike an ambush.

The Duke of Burgundy lies at Peronne, and has mustered a great force.

Lihons is midway between us and Peronne, and is in the hands of Burgundy.

I deem Xaintrailles has tidings that they intend to ride from Peronne to Lihons to-night, and thence make early onfall on us to-morrow.