Not that they knew of Michael's vow, but it was plain to the cure that the man was under the protection of Heaven.

Michael then, being kindly nursed in a house of a certain Abbess, was wellnigh recovered, and his vow wholly forgotten, when lo! he being alone, one invisible smote his cheek, so that the room rang with the buffet, and a voice said to him, "Wilt thou never remember thy pilgrimage ?" Moved, therefore, to repentance, he stole the cure's horse, and so, journeying by night till he reached France, he accomplished his vows, and was now returned to Chinon.

This Michael Hamilton was hanged, not very long afterwards, by command of the Duc d'Alencon, for plundering a church at Jargeau.
The story I have thought it behoved me to tell in this place, because it shows how good and mild is Madame St.Catherine of Fierbois, also lest memory of it be lost in Scotland, where it cannot but be of great comfort to all gentlemen of Michael's kin and of the name and house of Hamilton.
Again, I tell it because I heard it at this very season of my waiting to be recovered of my wound.

Moreover, it is a tale of much edification to men-at-arms, as proving how ready are the saints to befriend us, even by speaking as it were with human voices to sinful men.

Of this I myself, later, had good proof, as shall be told, wherefore I praise and thank the glorious virgin, Madame St.Catherine of Fierbois.
This tale was the common talk in Chinon, which I heard very gladly, taking pleasure in the strangeness of it.