Why, man, run to Louis de Coutes, and beg a cast suit of the Maid's; she has plenty, for she is a woman in this, that dearly she loves rich attire." "Randal," I said, "I will go with you, and the gladdest lad in France to be going, but I will go in my own proper guise as a man-at-arms.

To wear the raiment of the Blessed Maid, a man and a sinner like me, I will in nowise consent; it is neither seemly nor honourable.

Take your own way, put me under arrest if you will, and spoil my fortunes, and make me a man disgraced, but I will not wear her holy raiment.

It is not the deed of a gentleman, or of a Christian." He plucked at his beard.

"I am partly with you," he said.