When the gate had closed behind me, I turned, and, lifting my hand, I tore the cross of St.George from my doublet.
"Dogs!" I cried, "ye have burned a Saint! A curse on cruel English and coward French! St Andrew for Scotland!" The shafts and bolts hailed past me as I wheeled about; there was mounting of steeds, and a clatter of hoofs behind me, but the sound died away ere I rode into Louviers.
There I told them the tale which was their shame, and so betook me to Tours, and to my lady..