Suddenly he felt a great obligation to take care of her for the sake of Lannes.

The sister of his comrade-in-arms was a precious trust in his hands, and he must not fail.
The wind shifted and blew toward the east, no longer bringing the sound of guns.

Instead they heard a bird now and then, chattering or singing in a tree.

The illusion of the Middle Ages returned to John.

They were a peaceful troupe, going upon a peaceful errand.
"Don't tell me there isn't a castle at Menouville," he said.