I am the lightest, and will steady the rope for you, from below." In two or three minutes Philip felt that the rope was no longer tight, and at once swung himself over and lowered himself down.

The water washed the foot of the wall, and he stepped directly into the boat; which Roger was keeping in its place with a pole, while Pierre held the rope.

An exclamation of thankfulness broke from the two men, as his feet touched the gunwale of the boat; and then, without a word, Roger began to pole the boat along against the tide, keeping close to the foot of the wall.
Once fairly beyond the castle, the pole was laid in and the two men took the oars, and the boat shot across the river.

Then they rowed up under the opposite bank, until a voice from above them said: "Is all well--is Monsieur Philip with you ?" "All is well, Jacques," Philip exclaimed, delighted; for the fact that his follower was there showed that the troops had gone in the direction that did not threaten the safety of the queen.
They leapt ashore and pushed the boat off, to allow it to float down with the stream.
It was a mile to the spot where the horses had been left.

On the way, Philip heard how his escape had been effected.
"I saw you go out from the town, monsieur; and could not, for the life of me, make out what was going to happen.