When the time comes I shall know what to do." When the priest had finished his office we slipped out before any one else moved, and reached the shelter of the woods again without encountering any other person.

I almost hoped that the Maid would speak to us of what had been revealed to her in that church, but she kept the matter in her own heart.

Yet, methinks, she pondered it long and earnestly; for although she laid her down as if to sleep, her eyes were generally wide open, looking upwards through the leafless budding boughs of the trees as though they beheld things not of this earth.
It was upon this day that I wrote, at the Maid's request, a letter to the uncrowned King at Chinon, asking of him an audience on behalf of Jeanne d'Arc, the maiden from Domremy, of whom he had probably heard.

This letter I dispatched to Sir Guy de Laval, asking him to deliver it to the King with his own hands, and to bring us an answer ere we reached Chinon, which we hoped now to do in a short while.
The missive was carried by the King's archer, who knew his road right well, and was acquainted with the person of Sir Guy.

He was to ride forward in all haste, whilst we were to follow in slower and more cautious fashion.
I think it was about the fifth day of March when the great towers of Chinon first broke upon our gaze.