This draught I bestowed in a silver phial, graven with strange signs, and I kept it ever close and secret, for it was my chief mainstay.
Secretly as I wrought, yet I deem that my master had some understanding of what was in my mind, though I told him nothing of the words between me and Elliot.

For I was in no way without hope that, when the bitterness of her grief was overpast, Elliot might change her counsel.

And again, I would not have him devise and dispute with her, as now, whereby I very well knew that she would be but the more unhappy, and the more set on taking her own wilful way.

I therefore said no more than that it behoved me to see such captains as were about the King.
Thereafter I bade them farewell, nor am I disposed to write concerning what passed at the parting of Elliot and me.

For thrice ere now I had left her to pass into the mouth of war, but now I went into other peril, and with fainter hope.
I did indeed ride to the Court, which was at Sully, and there I met, as I desired, Barthelemy Barrette.