"'Tis some jest upon Holy Church, or yon priest is no better than common men but an idle shame." By this time Michel was among them.

"Priest I am none, but a soldier," he said in a loud voice, and told them bluntly the reasons for his disguise; then, taking a purse from his pocket, thrust into the hands of his rescuers and their families pieces of silver and gave them brave words of thanks.
But the Seigneur was not to be outdone in generosity.

His vanity ran high; he was fain to show Angele what a gorgeous gentleman she had failed to make her own; and he was in ripe good-humour all round.
"Come, ye shall come, all of ye, to the Manor of Rozel, every man and woman here.

Ye shall be fed, and fuddled too ye shall be an' ye will; for honest drink which sends to honest sleep hurts no man.

To my kitchen with ye all; and you, messieurs"-- turning to M.Aubert and De la Fore-"and you, Mademoiselle, come, know how open is the door and full the table at my Manor of Rozel--St.Ouen's keeps a beggarly board.".