It was a dark vaulted chamber with one window near the roof, narrow and heavily barred.
In the recess by the window was a brazier burning, and casting as much shadow as light by reason of the smoke.

Here also was a rude table, stained with foul circles of pot-rims, and there were five or six stools.
On a weighty oaken bed lay one in man's raiment, black in hue, her face downwards, and her arms spread over her neck.

It could scarce be that she slept, but she lay like one dead, only shuddering when the lourdaud, the captain of the guard, smote her on the shoulder, asking, in English, how she did?
"Here she is, sir, surly as ever, and poor company for Christian men.

See you how cunningly all her limbs are gyved, and chained to the iron bolts of the bed?
What would my lady Jeanne give me for this little master- key ?" Here he showed a slender key, hung on a steel chain about his neck.
"Never a saint of the three, Michael, Margaret, and Catherine, can take this from me; nay, nor the devils who wear their forms." "Have you seen this fair company of hers ?" I whispered in English, crossing myself.
"No more than she saw the white lady that goes with that other witch, Catherine of La Rochelle.

But, sir, she is sullen; it is her manner.
With your good leave, shall we sup ?" This was my own desire, so putting the pannier on the table, I carved the meat with my dagger, and poured out the wine in cups, and they fell to, being hungry, as Englishmen are at all times.