Farewell!" She moved her thin hand, which I kissed, kneeling.
Again she said "Farewell," and turned her back on me as if she would sleep.
Then I hung the chain and key again on the neck of the lourdaud; I put some of the fallen coins in the men's pouches, but bestowed the dice and tablier in my wallet.

I opened the door, and went forth, not looking back; and so from the castle, showing my pass, and giving the porter another coin.

Then I went home, in the sweet dawn of May, and casting myself on my bed, I wept bitterly, for to-day she should be tormented.
* * * * * Of the rest I have no mind to tell (though they had not the heart to torture the Maid), for it puts me out of charity with a people who have a name to be Christians, and it is my desire, if I may, to forgive all men before I die.
At Rouen I endured to abide, even until the day of unjust doom, and my reason was that I ever hoped for some miracle, even as her Saints had promised.

But it was their will that she should be made perfect through suffering, and being set free through the gate of fire, should win her victory over unfaith and mortal fear.

Wherefore I stood afar off at the end, seeing nothing of what befell; yet I clearly heard, as did all men there, the last word of her sweet voice, and the cry of JHESUS! Then I passed through the streets where men and women, and the very English, were weeping, and, saddling my swiftest horse, I rode to the east port.