aid the Burgundian hare-hunters. But Huntingdon
had departed to Rouen, where then lay Henry, King of England, a boy on
whom and on whose House God has avenged the Maid with terrible judgments,
and will yet the more avenge her, blessed be His name!

The Duke of Burgundy comforted himself after his kind, for when he did
pluck up heart to go against Guermigny, he, finding us departed, sacked
the place, and razed it to the very ground, and so withdrew to Roye, and
there waited for what help England would send him. Now Roye is some
sixteen leagues due north of Compiegne.

So the days went by, for Messire Lefebvre Saint-Remy, the pursuivant, was
hunting for my Lord of Huntingdon, all up and down Normandy, and at last
came to Rouen, and to the presence of the Duke of Bedford, the uncle of
the English King. All this I myself heard from Messire Saint-Remy, who
is still a pursuivant, and a learned man, and a maker of books.

Bedford then, who was busy hounding that devil, Cauchon, sometime Bishop
of Beauvais, against the Maid, sent the Comte de Perche and Messire Loys
Robsart, to bid the Duke of Burgundy be of what courage he might, for
succour of England he should have. Wherein Bedford was no true prophet.

Of all this we, in Compiegne, knew so much as that it was wiser to strike
the Duke at Roye, before he could add English talbots to his Burgundian
harriers. Therefore all the captains of companies, as Boussac,
Xaintrailles, Alain Giron, Amadee de Vignolles, and Loys de Naucourt,
mustered their several companies, to the number of some five thousand men-
at-arms. We had news of six hundred English marching to join the Duke,
and on them we fell at Couty, hard by Amiens, and there slew Loys
Robsart, a good knight, of the Order of the Garter, and drove the English
that fled into the castle of Couty, and we took all their horses, leaving
them shamed, for they kept no guard.

Thence we rode to within a league of Roye, and thence sent a herald, in
all due form, to challenge the Duke to open battle for his honour's sake.
This we did, because we had no store of victual, and must fight or ride
home.

The Duke received the herald, and made as if he would hear him as beseems
a gentleman under challenge. But his wise counsellors forbade him,
because he was so noble.

We were but "routiers," they said, and had no Prince in all our company;
so we must even tarry till the morrow, and then the Duke would fight. In
truth he expect