NormanLeslieofPitcullo，whosenarrativethereaderhasinhishands，refersmorethanoncetohisunfinishedLatinChronicle。
Thatwork，usuallyknownas"TheBookofPluscarden，"hasbeeneditedbyMr。FelixSkene，intheseriesof"HistoriansofScotland"
vol。vii。。ToMr。Skene'sintroductionandnotesthecuriousarereferred。HereitmaysufficetosaythattheoriginalMS。oftheLatinChronicleislost；thatofsixknownmanuscriptcopiesnoneisolderthan1480；thattwoofthesecopiescontainaPrologue；andthattheProloguetellsusallthathashithertobeenknownabouttheauthor。
ThedateofthelostLatinoriginalis1461，astheauthorhimselfavers。Healso，inhisPrologue，statesthepurposeofhiswork。
AtthebiddingofanunnamedAbbotofDunfermline，whomusthavebeenRichardBothwell，heistoabbreviate"TheGreatChronicle，"
and"bringituptodate，"aswenowsay。Heistorecounttheeventsofhisowntime，"withcertainothermiraculousdeeds，whichIwhowritehavehadcognisanceof，seen，andheard，beyondtheboundsofthisrealm。Also，lastly，concerningacertainmarvellousMaiden，whorecoveredthekingdomofFranceoutofthehandsofthetyrant，Henry，KingofEngland。TheaforesaidMaidenIsaw，wasconversantwith，andwasinhercompanyinhersaidrecoveryofFrance，andtillherlife'sendIwaseverpresent。”After"Iwaseverpresent"thecopiesadd"etc。，"perhapsasignofomission。
Themonkishauthorprobablysaidmoreabouttheheroineofhisyouth，andthisthecopyistshavechosentoleaveout。
Theauthorneverfulfilledthispromiseoftelling，inLatin，thehistoryoftheMaidashercareerwasseenbyaScottishallyandfriend。NordidheeverexplainhowaScot，andafoeofEngland，succeededinbeingpresentattheMaiden'smartyrdominRouen。Atleastheneverfulfilledhispromise，asfarasanyofthesixLatinMSS。ofhisChronicleareconcerned。EveryoneoftheseMSS——
doubtlessfollowingtheirincompleteoriginal——breaksoffshortinthemiddleofthesecondsentenceofChapterxxxii。Bookxii。Hereisthebrieffragmentwhichthatchaptercontains:-
"InthosedaystheLordstirredupthespiritofacertainmarvellousMaiden，bornonthebordersofFrance，intheduchyofLorraine，andtheseeofToul，towardstheImperialterritories。
ThisMaidenherfatherandmotheremployedintendingsheep；daily，too，didshehandlethedistaff；man'slovesheknewnot；nosin，asitissaid，wasfoundinher，toherinnocencetheneighboursborewitness……"
HeretheLatinnarrativeoftheonemanwhofollowedJeanned'Arcthroughgoodandeviltoherlife'sendbreaksoffabruptly。Theauthordoesnotgivehisname；eventhenameoftheAbbotatwhosecommandhewrote"isleftblank，asifithadbeenerasedintheoriginal"Mr。FelixSkene，"LiberPluscardensis，"inthe"HistoriansofScotland，"vii。p。18。ItmightbeguessedthattheoriginalfellintoEnglishhandsbetween1461and1489，andthattheyblottedoutthenameoftheauthor，anddestroyedamostvaluablerecordoftheirconquerorandtheirvictim，Jeanned'Arc。
AgainstthistheorywehavetosettheexplanationhereofferedbyNormanLeslie，ourauthor，intheRatisbonScotsCollege'sFrenchMS。，ofwhichthisworkisatranslation。LeslieneverfinishedhisLatinChronicle，buthewrote，inFrench，thenarrativewhichfollows，decoratingitwiththedesignswhichMr。SelwynImagehascarefullycopiedinblackandwhite。
Possessingthisinformation，weneednotexamineMr。W。F。Skene'slearnedbutunconvincingtheorythattheauthorofthefragmentaryLatinworkwasoneMauriceDrummond，outoftheLennox。ThehypothesisisthatofMr。W。F。Skene，andMr。FelixSkenepointsoutthedifficultieswhichbesettheopinionofhisdistinguishedkinsman。OurMonkisamanofFife。
Astotheveracityofthefollowingnarrative，thetranslatorfindsitminutelycorroborated，wherevercorroborationcouldbeexpected，inthelargemassofdocumentswhichfillthefivevolumesofM。
Quicherat's"ProcesdeJeanned'Arc，"incontemporarychronicles，andinMSS。morerecentlydiscoveredinFrenchlocalornationalarchives。ThusCharlotteBoucher，BarthelemyBarrette，Noiroufle，theScottishpainter，andhisdaughterElliot，Capdorat，ay，evenThomasScott，theKing'sMessenger，wereallreallivingpeople，tracesofwhoseexistence，withsomeoftheiradventures，survivefaintlyinbrownoldmanuscripts。LouisdeCoutes，theprettypageoftheMaid，aboyoffourteen，mayhavebeenhardlyjudgedbyNormanLeslie，buthecertainlyabandonedJeanned'Arcatherfirstfailure。
So，afterexplainingthetruepositionandcharacterofourmonkishauthorandartist，weleavehisbooktothejudgmentwhichithastarriedforsolong。
CHAPTERI——HOWTHISBOOKWASWRITTEN，ANDHOWNORMANLESLIEFLEDOUT
OFFIFE
Itisnotofmyownwill，norformyownglory，thatI，NormanLeslie，sometimeofPitcullo，andinreligioncalledBrotherNorman，oftheOrderofBenedictines，ofDunfermline，inditethisbook。ButonmycomingoutofFrance，intheyearofourLordOnethousandfourhundredandfifty-nine，itwaslaidonmebymySuperior，Richard，AbbotinDunfermline，thatIshouldabbreviatetheGreatChronicleofScotland，andcontinuethesamedowntoourowntime。
{1}Hebademetell，moreover，allthatIknewofthegloriousMaidofFrance，calledJeannelaPucelle，inwhosecompanyIwas，fromherbeginningeventillherend。
Obedient，therefore，tomySuperior，Iwrote，inthisourcellofPluscarden，aLatinbookcontainingthehistoriesoftimespast，butwhenIcametotellofmatterswherein，asMarosays，"parsmagnafui，"Igrewwearyofsuchrude，barbarousLatinasaloneIamskilledtoindite，forofthemannerCiceronian，asitisnowpractisedbyclerksofItaly，Iamnotmaster:mybook，therefore，Ileftunfinished，breakingoffinthemiddleofasentence。Yet，consideringthecommandlaidonme，intheendIamcometothisresolve，namely，towritethehistoryofthewarsinFrance，andthehistoryoftheblessedMaidsofaratleastasIwasaneyewitnessandpartakerthereof，intheFrenchlanguage，beingthemostcommonlyunderstoodofallmen，andthemostdelectable。ItisnotmyintenttotellallthestoryoftheMaid，andallherdeedsandsayings，fortheworldwouldscarcelycontainthebooksthatshouldbewritten。ButwhatImyselfbeheld，thatIshallrelate，especiallyconcerningcertainaccidentsnotknowntothegeneral，byreasonofwhichignorancethewholetruthcanscarcebeunderstood。
For，ifHeavenvisiblysidedwithFranceandtheMaid，nolessdidHellmostmanifestlytakepartwithouroldenemyofEngland。Andofteninthislife，ifwelooknotthemoreclosely，andwiththeeyesoffaith，Sathanasshallseemtohavetheupperhandinthebattle，withwhoseveryimpandminionImyselfwasconversant，tomysorrow，asshallbeshown。
First，concerningmyselfImustsaysomefewwords，totheendthatwhatfollowsmaybethemorereadilyunderstood。
IwasborninthekingdomofFife，being，bysomefiveyears，theyoungeroftwosonsofArchibaldLeslie，ofPitcullo，nearSt。
Andrews，acadetofthegreatHouseofRothes。MymotherwasanEnglishwomanoftheDebatableLand，aStoreyofNetherby，andofme，inourcountryspeech，itusedtobesaidthatIwas"amother'sbairn。”ForIhadevermygreatestjoyinher，whomIlostereI
wassixteenyearsofage，andsheinme:notthatshefavouredmeunduly，forshewasveryjust，butthat，withinourselves，weeachknewwhowasnearesttoherheart。Shewas，indeed，asaintlywoman，yetofamerrywit，andshehadgreatpleasureinreadingofbooks，andinromances。Beingalways，whenImight，inhercompany，Ibecameaclerkinsensibly，andwithoutlabourIcouldearlyreadandwrite，whereforemyfatherwasmindedtobringmeupforachurchman。Forthiscause，Iwassomedealdespisedbyothersofmyage，and，yetmore，becausefrommymotherIhadcaughttheSouthrontrickofthetongue。Theycalledme"EnglishNorman，"andmanyabattleIhavefoughtonthatquarrel，forIamastrueaScotasany，andIhatedtheEnglishmyownmother'speoplethoughtheywerefortakingandholdingcaptiveourKing，JamesI。ofworthymemory。Myfancy，likethatofmostboys，wasallforthewars，andfullofdreamsconcerningknightsandladies，dragonsandenchanters，aboutwhichtheotherladswerefainenoughtohearmetellwhatIhadreadinromances，thoughtheymockedatmeforreading。Yettheyoftcameillspeedwiththeirjests，formybrotherhadtaughtmetousemyhands:andtoholdaswordIwasinstructedbyoursmith，whohadbeenprenticetoHarryGow，theBurn-the-WindofPerth，andthebestmanathisweaponinbroadScotland。FromhimIgotmanyatrickoffencethatservedmyturnlater。
Butnowtheeviltimecamewhenmydearmothersickenedanddied，leavingtomehermemoryandhergreatchainofgold。Abittersorrowisherdeathtomestill；butanonmyfathertooktohimanotherwifeoftheBethunesofBlebo。Iblamemyself，ratherthanthislady，thatwedweltnothappilyinthesamehouse。Myfathertherefore，stillmindedtomakemeachurchman，sentmetoRobertofMontrose'snewcollegethatstandsintheSouthStreetofSt。
Andrews，acitynotfarfromourhouseofPitcullo。Butthere，likeawaywardboy，Itookmorepleasureinthebattlesofthe"nations"——
asofFifeagainstGallowayandtheLennox；oringamesofcatch-
pull，football，wrestling，hurlingthebar，archery，andgolf——thanindivinelearning——asoflogic，andAristotlehisanalytics。
YetIlovedtobeinthescriptoriumoftheAbbey，andtoseethegoodFatherPeterlimningtheblessedsaintsinblue，andred，andgold，ofwhicharthetaughtmealittle。OftenIwouldhelphimtogrindhiscolours，andheinstructedmeinthelayingofthemonpaperorvellum，withwhiteofegg，andinfixingandburnishingthegold，andindrawingflowers，andfigures，andstrangebeastsanddevils，suchasweseegrinningfromthewallsofthecathedral。IntheFrenchlanguage，too，helearnedme，forhehadbeentaughtatthegreatUniversityofParis；andinAvignonhadseenthePopehimself，BenedictXIII。，ofuncertainmemory。
MuchIlovedtobewithFatherPeter，whoselessonsdidnotirkme，butjumpedwithmyowndesiretoreadromancesintheFrenchtongue，whereoftherearemany。ButnevercouldIhavedreamedthat，indaystocome，thisartofpaintingwouldwinmemybreadforawhile，andthataLeslieofPitculloshouldbedrivenbyhungertosobaseandcontemnedahandiwork，unworthy，whenpractisedforgain，ofmyblood。
Yetitwouldhavebeenwellformetofolloweventhiscraftmore，andmysportsandpastimesless:DickonMelvillehadthenescapedabrokenhead，andI，perchance，abrokenheart。Butyouthisgivenovertovanitiesthatwaragainstthesoul，and，amongothers，tothatwickedgameoftheGolf，nowjustlycrieddownbyourlaws，{2}
asthemotherofcursingandidleness，mischiefandwastery，ofwhichgame，asIverilybelieve，thedevilhimselfisthefather。
Itchanced，onanOctoberdayoftheyearofgraceFourteenhundredandtwenty-eight，thatIwasplayingmyselfatthisaccursedsportwithoneRichardMelville，astudentoflikeagewithmyself。Wewereevenlymatched，thoughDickonwastallandweighty，beinggreatofgrowthforhisage，whereasIwasofbutscantinches，slim，and，asmensaid，ofagirlishcountenance。YetIwaswellskilledinthegameoftheGolf，andhavedrivenaHollandballthelengthofanarrow-flight，thereorthereby。Butwhereforeshouldmysinfulsoulbenowinmindoftheseoldvanities，repentedof，Itrust，longago？
Aswetwain，DickonandI，wereknownforfellchampionsatthisunholysport，manyoftheotherscholarsfollowedus，layingwagersonourheads。Theywerebutawildsetoflads，for，asthen，therewasnot，asnowthereis，ahouseappointedforscholarstodwellintogetherunderauthority。Weworecolouredclothes，andourhairlong；goldchains，andwhingers{3}inourbelts，allofwhichthingsarenowmostrighteouslyforbidden。ButIcarriednowhingeronthelinks，asconsideringthatithamperedamaninhisplay。Sothegamewenton，nowDickonleading"byahole，"astheysay，andnowmyself，andgreatwagerswerelaidonus。
Now，attheholethatissethighabovetheEden，whenceyouseefaroverthecountry，andtheriver-mouth，andtheshipping，itchancedthatmyballlaybetweenDickon'sandthehole，sothathecouldinnomannerwinpastit。
"Youlaidmethatstimyofsetpurpose，"criedDickon，throwingdownhisclubinarage；"andthisisthethirdtimeyouhavedoneitinthisgame。”
"Itiscleanagainstcommonluck，"quothoneofhisparty，"andthegameandthemoneylaidonitshouldbeours。”
"BytheblessedbonesoftheApostle，"Isaid，'noluckismorecommon。To-daytome，to-morrowtothee!Layitofpurpose，I
couldnotifIwould。”
"Youlie!"heshoutedinarage，andgrippedtohiswhinger。
Itwasevermyfather'scounselthatImusttaketheliefromnone。
Therefore，ashissteelwasout，andIcarriednone，Imadenomoreado，andthewordofshamehadscarcelefthislipswhenIfelledhimwiththeironclubthatweuseinsand。
"Heisdead!"criedtheyofhisparty，whiletheladsofmyownlookedaskanceonme，andhadmanifestlynomindtobepartakersinmydeed。
Now，Melvillecameofagreathouse，and，partlyinfearoftheirfeud，partlylikeoneamazedandwithoutanycounsel，Iranandleapedintoaboatthatchancedtolieconvenientonthesand，andpulledoutintotheEden。ThenceIsawthemraiseupMelville，andbearhimtowardsthetown，hisfriendsliftingtheirhandsagainstme，withthreatsandmalisons。Hislegstrailedandhisheadwaggedlikethelegsandtheheadofadeadman，andIwaswithouthopeintheworld。
Atfirstitwasmythoughttorowuptheriver-mouth，land，andmakeacrossthemarshesandfieldstoourhouseatPitcullo。ButI
bethoughtmethatmyfatherwasanaustereman，whomIhadvexedbeyondbearingwithmylatewickedfollies，intowhich，sincethedeathofmymother，Ihadfallen。AndnowIwasbringinghimnocollegeprize，butablood-feud，whichhewasliketofindanillheritageenough，evenwithoutanevilandthanklessson。Mystepmother，too，wholovedmelittle，wouldinflamehisangeragainstme。Manydaughtershehad，andofgearandgoodsnomorethanenough。Robin，myelderbrother，hehadletpasstoFrance，whereheservedamongthemenofJohnKirkmichael，BishopofOrleans——hethatsmotetheDukeofClarenceinfairfightatBauge。
Thinkingofmyfather，andofmystepmother'sillwelcome，andofRobin，abroadinthewarsagainstouroldenemyofEngland，itmaybethatIfellintoakindofhalfdream，theboatlullingmebyitsmovementonthewaters。SuddenlyIfeltacrashingblowonmyhead。
Itwasasifthepowderusedforartilleryhadexplodedinmymouth，withflashoflightandfierytaste，andIknewnothing。Then，howlongafterIcouldnottell，therewaswateronmyface，theblueskyandthebluetidewerespinninground——theyspunswiftly，thenslowly，thenstoodstill。Therewasafiercepainstoundinginmyhead，andavoicesaid-
"Thatgoodoar-strokewilllearnyoutostealboats!"
Iknewthevoice；itwasthatofamerchantsailor-manwithwhom，onthedaybefore，Ihadquarrelledinthemarket-place。NowIwaslyingatthebottomofaboatwhichfourseamen，whohadroweduptomeandhadbrokenmyheadasImeditated，werepullingtowardsamerchant-vessel，orcarrick，intheEden-mouth。Hersailswerebeingset；theboatwhereinIlaywastowingthatintowhichIhadleapedafterstrikingdownMelville。Fortwooftheship'smen，beingonshore，hadhailedtheirfellowsinthecarrick，andtheyhadtakenvengeanceuponme。
"Youscholarladsmustbetaughtbetterthanyourmasterslearnyou，"saidmyenemy。
Andtherewiththeycarriedmeonboardthevessel，the"St。
Margaret，"ofBerwick，ladenwithacargoofdriedsalmonfromEden-
mouth。Theymeantmenokindness，fortherewasanoldfeudbetweenthescholarsandthesailors；butitseemedtome，inmyfoolishness，thatnowIwasinluck'sway。Ineednotgoback，withbloodonmyhands，toPitculloandmyfather。Ihadmoneyinmypouch，mymother'sgoldchainaboutmyneck，aship'sdeckundermyfoot，andtheseasbeforeme。ItwasnothardformetobargainwiththeshipmasterforapassagetoBerwick，whenceImightputmyselfaboardavesselthattradedtoBordeauxforwinefromthatcountry。ThesailorsImademyfriendsatnogreatcost，forindeedtheyweretheconquerors，andcouldaffordtoshowclemency，andholdmetoslightransomasaprisonerofwar。
Soweliftedanchor，andsailedoutofEden-mouth，noneofthoseonshoreknowinghowIwasaboardthecarrickthatslippedbythebishop'scastle，andsounderthegreattowersoftheminsterandSt。Rule's，forthtotheNorthernSea。Despitemybrokenhead——
whichputitcomfortablyintomymindthatmaybeDickon'swasnoworse——IcouldhavelaughedtothinkhowcleanIhadvanishedawayfromSt。Andrews，asifthefairieshadtakenme。Nowhavingtimetoreasonofitquietly，IpickeduphopeforDickon'slife，rememberinghisheadtobeofthethickest。ThencameintomymindthemanyromancesofchivalrywhichIhadread，whereintheyoungsquirehastofleehiscountryforachanceblow，asdidMessirePatroclus，intheRomanceofTroy，whoslewamaninangeroverthegameofthechess，andmanyanotherknight，inthetalesofCharlemagneandhispaladins。Foreveritisthusthestoryopens，andmystory，methought，wasbeginningto-dayliketherest。
Now，nottoprovemorewearisomethanneedbe，andsovexthosewhoreadthischroniclewithmuchtalkaboutmyself，andsuchaccidentsoftravelasbesetallvoyagers，andchieflyintimeofwar，IfoundatradingshipatBerwick，andreachedBordeauxsafe，aftermuchsicknessonthesea。AndinBordeaux，withaverysoreheart，I
changedthelinksofmymother'schainthatwerelefttome——allbutfour，thatstillIkeep——formoneyofthatcountry；andso，withalighterpackthanspirit，IsetforthtowardsOrleansandtomybrotherRobin。
OnthisjourneyIhadgoodcausetoblessFatherPeteroftheAbbeyforhisteachingmetheFrenchtongue，thatwasofmoreservicetomethanallmyLatin。YetmyLatin，too，thelittleIknew，stoodmeingoodsteadatthemonasteries，whereoftenIfoundbedandboard，andnosmallkindness；Ilittledeemingthat，intimetocome，Ialsoshouldbeinreligion，anoldmanandweary，gladtospeakwithtravellersconcerningthenewsoftheworld，fromwhichI
amnowthesetenyearsretired。YetIloveevenbettertocallbackmemoriesofthesedays，whenItookmypartinthefray。Ifthisbeasin，mayGodandtheSaintsforgiveme，forifIhavefought，itwasinarightfulcause，whichHeavenatlasthas
ThewayswererudeandlongfromBordeauxtowntoOrleans，whitherI
hadsetmyface，notknowing，whenIleftmyowncountry，thatthecitywasbeleagueredbytheEnglish。ForwhocouldguessthatlordsandknightsoftheChristianfaith，holdingcaptivethegentleDukeofOrleans，wouldbesiegehisowncity？——athingunheardofamongtheverySaracens，andadeedthatGodpunished。Yetthenewsofthisgreatvillainy，namely，theleaguerofOrleans，thennewlybegun，reachedmyearsonmylandingatBordeaux，andmademegreatlyfearthatImightnevermeetmybrotherRobinalive。Andthismydoubtprovedbuttootrue，forhesoonafterthistimefell，withmanyotherScottishgentlemenandarchers，desertedshamefullybytheFrenchandbyCharlesdeBourbon，ComtedeClermont，attheBattleoftheHerrings。ButofthisIknewnothing——as，indeed，thebattlewasnotyetfought——andonlypushedonforFrance，thinkingtotakeservicewiththeDauphinagainsttheEnglish。Myjourneywasthroughacountryruinousenough，for，thoughtheEnglishwereonthefurtherbankoftheLoire，thepartisansoftheDauphinhadmadearuinroundthemselvesandtheirholds，and，notbeingpaid，theyliveduponthecountry。
ThefurthernorthIheld，bywaysbrokenandruinedwithrainsandsuns，themorebareandruggedgrewthewholeland。Once，stoppinghardbyahamlet，IhadsatdowntomunchsuchfoodasIcarried，andwassharingmymealwithalittlebrownherd-boy，whotoldmethathewasdinnerless。Afewsheepandleankinepluckedatsuchscantgrassesasgrewamongrocks，andherbsuselessbutsweet-
scented，whensuddenlyahornwasblownfromthetowerofthelittlechurch。Thefirstnoteofthatblasthadnotdiedaway，wheneverycowandsheepwasscamperingtowardsthehamletandakindof"barmkyn"{4}theyhadbuildedthereforprotection，andtheboyafterthem，runningwithhisbarelegsfordearlife。Forme，Iwastooamazedtorunintime，solayskulkinginthethicksweet-
smellingherbs，whenceIsawcertainmen-at-armsgalloptothecrestofacliffhardby，andrideonwithcurses，fortheywerenotofstrengthtotakethebarmkyn。
SuchwasthefaceofFranceinmanycounties。Thefieldslayweedyanduntilled；thestarvingpeasant-folktooktothehighway，everymanpreyingonhisneighbour。Woodshadgrownup，andbrokeninupontheroads。Howbeit，thoughrobbersharbouredtherein，noneofthemheldtoransomawanderingpoorScotsscholar。
SlowlyItrudged，beingoftendelayed，andIwasnownearingPoictiers，andthoughtmyselfwellonmyroadtoChinon，where，asI
heard，theDauphinlay，whenIcametoaplacewheretheroadshouldhavecrossedastream——notwide，butstrong，smooth，andverydeep。
Thestreamranthroughaglen；andabovetheroadIhadlongnotedthetowersofacastle。ButasIdrewcloser，Isawfirstthatthewallswereblackwithfireandroofless，andthatcarrionbirdswerehoveringoverthem，someenemyhavingfallenupontheplace:andnext，behold，thebridgewasbroken，andtherewasneitherfordnorferry!Alltheruinwasfresh，thecastlestillsmouldering，thekitesflockingandyellingabovethetrees，theplanksofthebridgeshowingthatthedestructionwasbutofyesterday。
Thismatterofthebrokenbridgecostmelittlethought，forIcouldswimlikeanotter。Buttherewasanothertravellerdownbythestreamwhoseemedmorenearlyconcerned。WhenIcameclosetohim，Ifoundhimstandinguptohiswaistinthewater，takingsoundingswithalongandheavystaff。Hiscordelier'sfrockwastuckedupintohisbelt，hislongbrownlegs，withblackhairsthickonthem，werenaked。Hewasahuge，darkman，andwhenheturnedandstaredatme，Ithoughtthat，amongallmenoftheChurchandinreligionwhomIhadeverbeheld，hewasthefoulestandmostfiercetolookupon。Hehadanugly，murderousvisage，felleyesandkeen，andarightlongnose，hookedlikeafalcon's。Theeyesinhisheadshonelikeswords，andofalleyesofmanIeversaw，hiswerethemostpiercingandmostterrible。Onhisbackhecarried，asInoticedatthefirst，whatIneversawonacordelier'sbackbefore，oronanybuthissince——anarbalest，andhehadboltsenoughinhisbag，thefeathersshowingabove。
"Paxvobiscum，"hecried，inaloud，gratingvoice，ashesawme，andscrambledouttoshore。
"Etcumanimatua，"Ianswered。
"NomdeDieu!"hesaid，"youhavebottomedmyLatinalready，thatisscarcesodeepastheriverhere。Mymalisononthemthatbrokethebridge!"Thenhelookedmeoverfiercely。
"BurgundyorArmagnac？"heasked。
Ithoughtthequestionstrange，asatravellerwouldscarcecaretopronounceforBurgundyinthatcountry。Butthiswasamanwhowoulddareanything，soIdeemeditbettertoanswerthatIwasaScot，and，sofar，ofneitherparty。
"Tug-mutton，wine-sack!"hesaid，thesebeingtwoofmanyillnameswhichtheFrenchgaveourcountrymen；for，ofallmen，theFrenchareleastgratefultous，who，underHeavenandtheMaid，havesettheirKingonhisthroneagain。
TheEnglishknewthis，iftheFrenchdidnot；andtheirgreatKing，HarrytheFifth，whenhefellillofSt。Fiacre'ssickness，afterplunderingthatScotssaint'sshrineofcertainhorse-shoes，silver-
gilt，saidwellthat，"gowherehewould，hewasbeardedbyScots，deadoralive。”ButtheFrencharenotathankfulpeople。
Ihadnoanswerveryreadytomytongue，sosteppeddownsilenttothewater-edge，andwasabouttakingoffmydoubletandhose，meaningtocarrythemonmyheadandswimacross。Buthebarredthewaywithhisstaff，and，forme，Igrippedtomywhinger，andwatchedmychancetoruninunderhisguard。Forthiscordelierwasnottoberespected，Ideemed，likeothersoftheOrderofSt。
Francis，andallmenofHolyChurch。
"Answeracivilquestion，"hesaid，"beforeitcomestoworse:
ArmagnacorBurgundy？"
"Armagnac，"Ianswered，"oranythingelsethatisnotEnglish。
Clearthecauseway，madfriar!"
Atthathethrewdownhisstaff。
"Igonorthalso，"hesaid，"toOrleans，ifImay，forthefoul"manants"andpeasantdogsofthiscountryhaveburnedthecastleofAlfonseRodigo，agoodknightthatheldtheminrightgoodorderthisyearpast。Hewasworthy，indeed，toridewiththatexcellentcaptain，DonRodrigodeVillandradas。King'scaptainorvillagelabourer，allwasfishthatcametohisnet，andbuttwodaysagoI
washishonourablechaplain。Buthemadethepeoplemad，andagreatcarousethatwekeptgavethemtheiropportunity。TheyhaveroastedthegoodknightAlfonse，andwouldhavedoneasmuchforme，hisalmoner，frockandall，ifwinehadanymasteryoverme。ButI
gavethemtheslip。Heavenhelpsitsown!Natheless，Iwouldthatthisriverwerebetweenmeandtheirvengeance，and，foronce，I
dreadthesmellofroastmeatthatisstillinmynostrils——pah!"
Andherehespatontheground。
"Butonedoorcloses，"hewenton，"andanotheropens，andtoOrleansamInowbound，intheserviceofmyholycalling。”
"Thereis，indeed，causeenoughfortheshrivingofsoulsofsinners，Father，inthatcountry，asIhear，andaholymanlikeyouwillberightwelcometomany。”
"Theyneedlittleshrivingthatareoppositemyculverin，"saidthisstrangepriest。"ThoughnowIcarrybutanarbalest，thegunismymistress，andmypatronisthegunner'ssaint，St。Barbara。Andevenwiththistoy，methinksIhavethelivesofascoreofgoddamsinmybolt-pouch。”
IknewthatinthesewilddaysmanyclericswerecarelessastothatwhichtheChurchenjoinsconcerningtheeffusionofblood——nay，I
havenamedJohnKirkmichael，BishopofOrleans，ashavinghimselfbrokenaspearonthebodyoftheDukeofClarence。TheAbbeofCerquenceaux，also，wasavaliantmaninreligion，andagoodcaptain，and，alloverFrance，clericsweregrippingtoswordandspear。ButsuchapriestasthisIdidnotexpecttosee。
"Yourname？"heaskedsuddenly，thewordscomingoutwithasoundlikethefirstgratingofasawonstone。
"TheycallmeNormanLesliedePitcullo，"Ianswered。"Andyours？"
"Myname，"hesaid，"isNoiroufle"——andIthoughtthatneverhadI
seenamansowellfittedwithaname；——"inreligion，BrotherThomas，apoorbrotheroftheOrderofthemadSt。FrancisofAssisi。”
"Then，BrotherThomas，howdoyoumeantocrossthiswaterwhichliesbetweenyouandtheexerciseofyourholycalling？Doyouswim？"
"Likeastonecannon-ball，and，forallthatIcanfind，thecursedwaterhasnobottom。Cross!"hesnarled。"Letmeseeyouswim。”
Iwasgladenoughtobequitofhimsosoon，butInoticedthat，asIstrippedandpackedmyclothestocarryinabundleonmyhead，theholymansethisfootinthestirrupofhisweapon，andwaswindinguphisarbalestwithawindlass，aboltinhismouth，watchingatthesametimeaheronthatrosefromamarshonthefurthersideofthestream。Onthisbird，Ideemed，hemeanttotryhisskillwiththearbalest。
"Adieu，BrotherThomas，"Isaid，asItookthewater；andinafewstrokesIwasacrossandrunningupanddownonthebanktogetmyselfdry。"Back!"camehisgratingvoice——"back!andwithoutyourclothes，youwine-sackofScotland，orIshoot!"andhisarbalestwaslevelledonme。
IhaveoftenaskedmyselfsincewhatIshouldhavedone，andwhatwasthepartofabraveman。PerchanceImighthavedived，andswumdown-streamunderwater，butthenIhadbestowedmybundleofclothessomelittlewayoff，andBrotherThomascommandeditfromhissideofthestream。HewouldhavewaitedthereinambushtillI
cameshiveringbackforhoseanddoublet，andIshouldbeinnobettercasethanIwasnow。Meanwhilehisweaponwaslevelledatme，andIcouldseethebolt-pointsetstraightformybreast，andglitteringinapaleblinkofthesun。Thebravestcourseiseverthebest。Ishouldhavethrownmyselfontheearth，nodoubt，andsocrawledtocover，takingmychanceofdeathratherthantheshameofobeyingunderthreatandforce。ButIwasyoung，andhadneverlookeddeathintheface，so，beingafraidandastonished，Imadewhatseemedthebestofanillbusiness，and，thoughmyfacereddensyetatthethoughtofit，Ileapedinandswambacklikeadogtoheel。
"Beholdme，"Isaid，makingasbraveacountenanceasImightinfaceofnecessity。
"Welldone，NormanLesliedePitcullo，"hesnarled，baringhisyellowteeth。"ThisistheobediencewhichtheyoungowetotheChurch。Now，ferrymeover；youaremyboat。”
"Youwilldrown，man，"Isaid。"Notwhileyouswim。”
Then，unbucklinghisfrock，hepackeditashehadseenmedo，bademeputitonmyhead，andsosteppedoutintothewater，holdingforthhisarmtoputaboutmyneck。Iwasforteachinghimhowtolayitonmyshoulder，andwasbiddinghimkeepstillasaplankofwood，buthesnarled-
"Ihavesailedonaboatoffleshbeforeto-day。”
Todohimjustice，hekeptstillasalogofwood，andso，yieldingpartlytothestream，Ilandedhimsomewhatfurtherdownthantheplacewheremyownclotheswerelying。Tothemhewalked，andveryquietlypickingupmywhingerandmyraimentthathegatheredunderhisarm，heconcealedhimselfinathickbush，albeititwasleafless，wherenomancouldhavebeenawareofhim。Thisamazedmenotalittle，formodestydidnotseemanypartofhisnature。
"Now，"sayshe，"fetchovermyarbalest。LyingwhereIamyouhavenoadvantagetoshootme，as，nomdeDieu!Iwouldhaveshotyouhadyounotobeyed。Andharkye，bytheway，unwindthearbalestbeforeyoucross；itiseverwelltobeonthesafeside。Andbesureyouwetnotthestring。”Hepushedhisfacethroughthebush，andheldinhismouthmynakedwhinger，thatshonebetweenhisshiningeyes。
NowagainIsayit，Ihavethoughtoverthismattermanyatime，andhaveevenlaughedaloudandbitterly，whenIwasalone，atthefigureofmeshiveringthere，onacoldFebruaryday，andatmyhelplessestate。Foranakedmanisnomatchforamanwithawhinger，andhewassittingonmyclothes。Sothisfriar，unworthyashewasofhisholycalling，hadmeatanavailoneveryside，nordoIyetseewhatIcoulddobutobeyhim，asIdid。AndwhenI
landedfromthisfifthvoyage，helaughedandgavemehisblessing，and，whatIneededmore，somefieryspiritsfromawater-gourd，inwhichFatherThomascarriednowater。
"Welldone，myson，"hesaid，"andnowwearecomrades。Mylifewasnotoversafeonyonderside，seeingthatthe"manants"hateme，andrespectnotmyhood，andtwoarebettercompanythanone，wherewearegoing。”
Thisencounterwasthebeginningofmanyevils，andoftennowthepictureshinesuponmyeyes，andIseethegreywater，andhearthecoldwindwhistleinthedryreedsoftheriver-bankwhereonwesat。
Themanwasmymaster，Heavenhelpme!assurelyasSathanaswashis。Andthough，atlast，Islippedhisclutches，asyoushallhearmorereadilythan，Itrow，hewillscapehislordintheend，forhestilllives，yetitwasanilldaythatwemet——anilldayformeandforFrance。Howbeitwejoggedon，hemerrilyenoughsingingasculduderysong，Isomethingsurly，underagreyFebruarysky，withakeenwindsearchingoutthethreadbareplacesinourraiment。
Mycomrade，ashecalledhimself，toldmewhatpassageshechoseinthehistoryofhislife:howhecametobefrockedbut'cucullusnonfacitmonachum'，andhow，inthetroublesofthesetimes，hehaddiscoveredinhimselfagreataptitudeforthegunner'strade，ofwhichheboastednotalittle。Hehadbeeninoneandanotherofthesearmedcompaniesthattookservicewitheitherside，forhire，beingbetterwarriorsandmoreskilledthanthenoblesse，butacursetoFrance:for，inpeaceorwar，friendorfoe，theyplunderedall，andheldalltoransom。WithRodrigodeVillandradas，thatblood-houndofSpain，hehadbeenhighinfavour，butwhenRodrigowenttoharrysouthandeast，hehadtarriedatRuffec，withanotherthiefofthatnation，AlfonseRodigo。Allhistalk，aswewent，wasofslayingmeninfight；whomheslewhecarednotmuch，butchieflyhehatedtheEnglishandthemofBurgundy。Tohim，warwaswhathuntingandshootinggameistoothers；acruelandbloodypastime，whenChristiansarethequarry!
"JohntheLorrainer，andI，therearenootherstobenamedwithusattheculverin，"hewouldbrag。"Wetwoagainstanarmy，giveusgoodcover，andpowderandleadenballsenough。Hey!MasterJohnandImustshootamatchyet，againstEnglishtargets，andofthemthereareplentyunderOrleans。ButifImakenotthebetterspeed，thetownwillhavefallen，oryielded，rescueornorescue，andofrescuethereisnohopeatall。ThedevilfightsfortheEnglish，whowillsoonbeswarmingovertheLoire，andthatKingofBourgesofourswillhavetoflee，andgnawhorse'sfodder，oatsandbarley，withyourfriendsinScotland。”
ThiswasoneofthemanyungeneroustauntswhichtheFrenchmadeoftenagainstusScots，thathavebeentheirancientandlealbrethreninarmssincethedaysofKingAchaiusandCharlemagne。
"TheDauphin，"hewenton，"forKingheisnone，andcrownedhewillneverbe，shouldbeinOrleans，leadinghismen；andlo!heistiedtothebeltoffatLaTremouille，andisdancingofballetsatChinon——amurrainonhim，andonthemthatmakehismusic!"ThenhefelltocursinghisKing，athingterribletohear，andsotoaskingmequestionsaboutmyself。ItoldhimthatIhadfledmyowncountryforaman-slaying，hoping，mayHeavenforgiveme!tomakehimthinkthehigherofmeforthedeed。
"Soweallbegin，"saidhe；"ashrewdblow，orafairwench；adeath，orabirthunlawful，'tisalloneforthwearedriventotheworldandthewars。Yetyouhavestartedwell，——wellenough，andbetterthanIgaveyourgirl'sfacecreditfor。Barsteelandrope，youmaycarrysomeFrenchgoldbacktostinkingScotlandyet。”
Hegavemesomuchcreditasthisforadeedthatdeservednone，butrathercalledforrebukefromhim，who，howeverunworthy，wasinreligion，andworethegarboftheBlessedFrancis。Butveryfarfromfortifyingmeinvirtuouscourses，aswashisboundenduty，therewasnowickednessthathedidnottrytoteachme，tillpartlyIhatedhim，andpartly，Ifear，Iadmiredonesoskilledinevil。
Thetruthis，asIsaid，thatthisman，forthattime，wasmymaster。Hewaslearnedinalltheartsbywhichpoorandwanderingfolkcankeeptheirbelliesfullwanderingbytheway。Withwomen，uglyandterribleofaspectashewas，hehadagreatpower:apioussayingfortheold；awaywiththeyoungwhichhaseverbeenamysterytome，unless，assomeofthelearnedthink，allwomenarenaturallyloversofwickedness，ifstrengthandcouragegowithit。
Whatbywheedling，whatbybullying，whatbytalesofpilgrimagestoholyshrineshewascomingfromJerusalembywayofRome，sohetoldallwemet，heeverwonawelcome。
Othermoredevilishcantripsheplayed，oneofthematthepeasant'shousewherewerestedonthefirstnightofourcommontravel。TheLentensupperwhichtheygaveus，withnolittlekindness，wasended，andweweresittinginthefirelight，BrotherThomasdiscoursinglargelyofhispilgrimages，andofhisfavouramongthehighclergy。Thus，atIknownotwhatconventoftheClarisses，{5}
inItaly，theholySistershadpressedonhimarelicofMonsieurSt。Aignan，thepatronofthegoodtownofOrleans。Toseethisrelic，thefarmer，hiswife，andhissonsanddaughterscrowdedeagerly；itwasbutalittleblackenedfingerbone，yettheywerefaintotouchit，asisthecustom。Butthishewouldnotyetallow。
"Perchancesomeofyou，"hesaid，"arealreadycorrupt，notknowingit，withthepoisonousbreathofthatdamnableHussiteheresy，whichisblowingfromtheeastlikewindofthepestilence，andyemayhavedoubtsconcerningtheverityofthismostholyandmiraculousrelic？"
Theyallcrossedthemselves，protestingthatnosuchwickedwhisperofSathanashadevercomeintotheirminds，norhadtheysomuchasheardofHussandhisblasphemies。
"Nay，"saidBrotherThomas，"IcouldscarcelyblameyouifitwerepartlyasIsaid。Forinthislattertimeoftheworld，whenIhavemyselfmetJewsflockingtoBabylonexpectingthebirthofAntichrist，therebemanyfalsebrethren，whocarryaboutfeignedrelics，todeceivethesimple。Weshouldbelievenoman，ifhebe，asIam，astranger，unlessheshowsusasign，suchasnowIwillshowyou。Giveme，ofyourgrace，akerchief，oranapkin。”Thegoodwifegavehimacleanwhitenapkinfromheraumbry，andhetoreitupbeforetheireyes，shenotdaringtostayhishand。
"Nownotethisholyrelicanditswonderfulpower，"hesaid，holdingtheblackenedbonehighinhislefthand，andalloureyeswerefixedonit。"Nowmark，"hesaidagain，passingitoverthenapkin；
andlo!therewasacleanwhitenapkininhishands，andofthetornshredsnotatrace!
Wewerestillgaping，andcrossingourselveswithblessingsonthishappydayandourunworthyeyesthatbeheldamiracle，whenhedidathingyetmoremarvellous，ifthatmightbe，whichIscarceexpectanymanwillbelieve。Goingtothetable，andcatchingupaglassvesselonwhichthegoodwifesetgreatstore，hethrewitagainstthewall，andweallplainlyhearditshiverintotinklingpieces。
Then，crossingtheroomintothecorner，thatwasduskyenough，hefacedus，againholdingtheblessedrelic，whereonwestared，inholyfear。Thenherose，andinhishandwasthegoodwife'sglassvessel，withoutcrackorflaw!{6}
"Such，"hesaid，"arethepropertiesofthismiraculousrelic；thereisnothingbrokenbutitwillmend，ay，abrokenlimb，asIcanproveonmyownsinfulbody，"——thrustingouthisgreatbrownleg，whereon，assuredly，weresignsofafracture；"ay，abrokenleg，or，mydeardaughters，abrokenheart。”Atthis，ofcourse，theywerealleagertotouchtheblessedrelicwiththeirpoorringsofbasemetal，suchastheywearwhoarenotrich。Nay，butfirst，hesaid，theymustgivetheirmitesforaconventoftheClarisses，thatwasbuildingatCastres，bythecareoftheholyColette，whomhemightcallhispatroness，unworthyashewas。
Thenheshowedusasafe-conduct，signedwiththatblessedwoman'sownhand，suchasshewaswonttogivetothereligiousoftheOrderofSt。Francis。Byvirtueofthis，hesaidand，bymiracle，foroncehesaidtruly，asIhadbuttoogoodcausetolearn，hecouldgofreelyinandoutamongthecampsofFrench，English，andBurgundians。