nd her. But now her Saints, methinks, have left her,
wearied by the wickedness of France."

"I ask no more," I answered, "for, Elliot, either the Maid shall be free,
or she shall send you this command, or you shall see my face no more."

My purpose was now clear before me, even as I executed it, as shall be
seen.

"Indeed, if my vow must be kept, never may I again behold you; for oh! my
love, my heart would surely break in twain, being already weak with grief
and fasting, and weary with prayer."

Whereon she laid her kind arms about my neck, and, despite my manhood, I
wept no less than she.

For Holy Writ says well, that hope deferred maketh the heart sick; and
mine was sick unto death.

Of my resolve I spoke no word more to Elliot, lest her counsel should
change when she knew the jeopardy whereinto I was firmly minded to go.
And to my master I said no more than that I was minded to ride to the
Court, and for that end I turned into money a part of my treasure, for
money I should need more than arms.

One matter in especial, which I deemed should stand me in the greatest
stead, I purchased for gold of the pottinger at Tours, the same who had
nursed me after my wound. This draught I bestowed in a silver phial,
graven with strange signs, and I kept it ever close and secret, for it
was my chief mainstay.

Secretly as I wrought, yet I deem that my master had some understanding
of what was in my mind, though I told him nothing of the words between me
and Elliot. For I was in no way without hope that, when the bitterness
of her grief was overpast, Elliot might change her counsel. And again, I
would not have him devise and dispute with her, as now, whereby I very
well knew that she would be but the more unhappy, and the more set on
taking her own wilful way. I therefore said no more than that it behoved
me to see such captains as were about the King.

Thereafter I bade them farewell, nor am I disposed to write concerning
what passed at the parting of Elliot and me. For thrice ere now I had
left her to pass into the mouth of war, but now I went into other peril,
and with fainter hope.

I did indeed ride to the Court, which was at Sully, and there I met, as I
desired, Barthelemy Barrette. He greeted me well, and was richly clad,
and prosperous to behold. But it gave me greater joy that he spoke of
some secret enterprise which should shortly be put in hand, when the
spring came.

"For I have good intelligence