Thou didst not save that unhappy Glacidas, whom God in His mercy forgive! but thou hast taken a goodlier prize--this holy man, that had been prisoner in the hands of the English." Here she stood a little aside, and the thread of light shone on the fell face of Brother Thomas, lowering beneath his hood.
Then I would have spoken, leech or no leech, to denounce him, for the Maid had no memory of his face, and knew him not for the false friar taken at St.Loup.

But she laid her mailed finger gently on my lips.
"Silence! Thou art my man-at-arms and must obey thy captain.

This worthy friar hath been long in the holy company of the blessed Colette, and hath promised to bring me acquainted with that daughter of God.

Ay, and he hath given to me, unworthy as I am, a kerchief which has touched her wonder-working hands.

Almost I believe that it will heal thee by miracle, if the saints are pleased to grant it." Herewith she drew a kerchief across my lips, and I began, being most eager to instruct her innocence as to this accursed man-- "Lady--" but alas! no miracle was wrought for a sinner like me.