But of an assault on Rouen we heard no word, and, indeed, the adventure was desperate, though, for the honour of France, I marvel yet that it was not put to the touch.
"There is nought to be done," Barthelemy said to me; "I cannot take Rouen with a handful of spears, and the captains will not stir." "Then," said I, "farewell, for under the lilies I fight never again.

One chance remains, and I go to prove it." "Man, you are mad," he answered me.

"What desperate peril are you minded to run ?" "I am minded to end this matter," I said.

"My honour and my very life stand upon it.

Ask me not why, and swear that you will keep this secret from all men, if you would do the last service to me, and to Her, whom we both love.