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We risk but a short tussle with some drowsy pock- puddings, and then the town is ours. The Gate is as strong to hold against an enemy from within as from without. Why, man, run to Louis de Coutes, and beg a cast suit of the Maid's; she has plenty, for she is a woman in this, that dearly she loves rich attire."
Mais non: dans ce dessein je l'aurais devancée; L'amour m'en eût d'abord inspiré la pensée; C'est moi, prince, c'est moi dont l'utile secours Vous eût du labyrinthe enseigné les détours. Que de soins m'eût coûtés cette tête charmante! It is difficult to 'place' Racine among the poets. He has affinities with many; but likenesses to few.
Loup, and very humbly begged their lives of the Maid, who, turning to D'Aulon, her esquire, bade him, with De Coutes and me, and such men as we could gather, to have charge of them and be answerable for them. So, while the French were plundering, we mustered these priests orderly together, they trembling and telling their beads, and we stood before them for their guard.
I heard the watchmen call the hours through the night, and very early, having at length fallen on sleep, I was wakened by a messenger from the Maid. It was her page, Louis de Coutes, most richly attired, but still half asleep, grumbling, and rubbing his eyes. "My mistress bids you come with me instantly," he said, when we had saluted each other, "and I have brought a litter and men to carry it.
It was such an old place as we see in Northern France, plain, strong, with red walls which the yellow mosses stain, and with high grey roofs. The Maid's banner, with the Holy Dove, and the Sacred Name, drooped above the gateway, and beside the door, on the mounting-stone, sat the boy, Louis des Coutes, her page.
The king therefore made up his mind at last. Jean and Pierre, Joan's brothers, were to ride with her to Orleans; her old friends, her first friends, Jean de Nouillompont and Bertrand de Poulengy, had never left her. She was given a squire, Jean d'Aulon, a very good man, and a page, Louis de Coutes, and a chaplain. The king gave Joan armour and horses, and offered her a sword.
They answered with a cry, and went on, De Coutes and I pressing forward to be with them; but ere ever we could gain the fosse, the English had been overwhelmed, and, for the more part, slain. For, as we found, the French captains had commanded an attack on St.
I went with him, and we saddled and bridled a fresh courser speedily; but when we reached the door, she stood there already armed, and sprang on the horse, crying for her banner, that De Coutes gave her out of the upper window. Then her spurs were in her horse's side, and the sparks flying from beneath his hoofs, as she galloped towards St. Loup, the English fort on the Burgundy road.
Then suddenly the Maid ran forth to us, her face white and her eyes shining, and cried to Louis de Coutes, in great anger "Wretched boy, the blood of France is being shed, and you told me no word of it!" "Demoiselle," said he, trembling, "I wotted not of it. What mean you?" And I also stood in amaze, for we had heard no sound of arms. "Go, fetch my horse," she said, and was gone.
False priests, I doubt, many of them were, Englishmen who had hastily done on such holy robes as they found in the church of St Loup. Now Louis de Coutes, being but a boy, and of a mad humour, cried "'Cucullus non facit monachum! Good sirs, let us see your reverend tonsures."
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