Will you sleep by me, for I have long been starved of a woman's comradeship ?" In the great canopied bed the two girls lay till morning.

Once in the darkness Catherine started and found her arms empty.

Jeanne was kneeling by the window, her head thrown back and the moonlight on her upturned face.

When she woke in the dawn the Maid was already up, trussing the points of her breeches and struggling with her long boots.

She was crooning the verse of a ballad: "Serais je nonette' Crois que non--" and looking with happy eyes at the cool morning light on the forest.
"Up, sleepy-head," she cried.