But he has vanished from among his brethren, none knows how or whither." "The devil, his master, knows," I said.

"Faith, he has a shrewd care of his own.

But this, I misdoubt me, is the beginning of evil to us and to the Maid." "A knave more or less is of little count in the world," said he; "but now I must make your peace with the Maid, for she speaks of no less than sending you forth from her household." His promise he kept so well--for he was a very honourable man, as any in France--that the Maid sent for me and showed me the best countenance, even begging my pardon with all sweetness, and in so fair a manner that I could have wept.
"It was my first blow in war," she said, smiling kindly, as was her manner, "and I hope to strike no more as with my own hand, wherefore I carry my banner to avoid the slaying of men.

But verily I deemed that you were about stabbing my prisoner, and him a priest.

Belike we shall hear no more of him, and I misdoubt that he is no true son of Holy Church.