floats in the crest of his little son (petit fils)! Gallant nobles! worthy burgesses! honest commons of my realm, I call upon you to rally round the oriflamme of France, and summon the ban arriereban of my kingdoms.

To my faithful Bretons I need not appeal.

The country of Duguesclin has loyalty for an heirloom! To the rest of my subjects, my atheist misguided subjects, their father makes one last appeal.

Come to me, my children! your errors shall be forgiven.

Our Holy Father, the Pope, shall intercede for you.
He promised it when, before my departure on this expedition, I kissed his inviolable toe! "'Our afflicted country cries aloud for reforms.