Many couriers come each day, and the news is of such a nature and so abundant that on hearing it all my hair stands on end; it is so contrary to what my soul desires.

May it please the Holy Trinity to give health to the Queen, our Lady, that she may settle what has already been placed under discussion.

I wrote you by another courier Thursday, eight days ago.

The courier must already be on his way back here.
I told you in that letter that my departure was certain, but that the hope of my arrival there, according to experience, was very uncertain, because my sickness is so bad, and the cold is so well suited to aggravate it, that I could not well avoid remaining in some inn on the road.

The litter and everything were ready.