I wot well that escape from France hath peril, that the way hither from that point upon yonder coast called Carteret is hazardous, but yet-but yet all ways to happiness are set with hazard.
If thou dost come to Carteret thou wilt see two lights turning this- wards: one upon a headland called Tour de Rozel, and one upon the great rock called of the Ecrehos.

These will be in line with thy sight by the sands of Hatainville.

Near by the Tour de Rozel shall I be watching and awaiting thee.

By day and night doth my prayer ascend for thee.
The messenger who bears this to thee (a piratical knave with a most kind heart, having, I am told, a wife in every port of France and of England the south, a most heinous sin!) will wait for thy answer, or will bring thee hither, which is still better.

He is worthy of trust if thou makest him swear by the little finger of St.Peter.
By all other swearings he doth deceive freely.
The Lord make thee true, Michel.