The biographies do not say whether or not it was to the very one whom he was to accompany.[6] To see him running hither and thither in all the bustle of preparation one would have thought him the son of a great lord.

His companions were doubtless not slow to feel chafed by his ways and to promise themselves to make him cruelly expiate them.

As for him, he perceived nothing of the jealousies which he was exciting, and night and day he thought only of his future glory.

In his dreams he seemed to see his parents' house completely transformed.

Instead of bales of cloth he saw there only gleaming bucklers hanging on the walls, and arms of all kinds as in a seignorial castle.