"And now，maybe，"he said，speaking in the kindly Scots，that was like music in my ear--"now，maybe，you will tell us who you are，and how you came into this jeopardy."I told him，shortly，that I was a Scot of Fife；whereto he answered that my speech was strangely English.On this matter I satisfied him with the truth，namely，that my mother was of England.I gave my name but not that of our lands，and showed him how I had been wandering north，to take service with the Dauphin，when I was set upon，and robbed and bound by thieves，for I had no clearness as to telling him all my tale，and no desire to claim acquaintance with Brother Thomas.
"And the jackanapes？"he asked，whereto I had no better answer than that I had seen the beast with a wandering violer on the day before，and that she having lost it，as I supposed，it had come to me in the night.
The girl was standing with the creature in her arms，feeding it with pieces of comfits from a pouch fastened at her girdle.
"The little beast is not mine to give，"I went on，seeing how she had an affection to the ape，"but till the owner claims it，it is all the ransom I have to pay for my life，and I would fain see it wear the colours of this gentle maid who saved me.It has many pretty tricks，but though to-day I be a beggar，I trow she will not let it practise that ill trick of begging.""Sooner would I beg myself，fair sir，"she said，with such a courtly reverence as surprised me；for though they seemed folks well to see in the world，they were not，methought，of noble blood，nor had they with them any company of palfreniers or archers.
"Elliot，you feed the jackanapes and let our countryman hunger，"said the man；and，blushing again，she made haste to give me some of the provision she had made for her journey.
So I ate and drank，she waiting on me very gently；but now，being weary of painful writing，and hearing the call to the refectory，and the brethren trampling thither，I must break off，for，if I be late，they will sconce me of my ale.Alas！it is to these little cares of creature comforts that I am come，who have seen the face of so many a war，and lived and fought on rat's flesh at Compiegne.
第一章IN WHAT COMPANY NORMAN LESLIE ENTERED CHINON；AND HOW HEDEMEANED HIMSELF TO TAKE SERVIC
ENot seemly，was it，that I should expect these kind people，even though they were of my own country，to do more for me than they had already done.So，when I had eaten and drunk，I made my obeisance as if I would be trudging towards Chinon，adding many thanks，as well I might.
"Nay，countryman，"said the man，"for all that I can see，you may as well bide a while with us；for，indeed，with leave of my graceless maid，I think we may even end our wild-goose chase here and get us back to the town."Seeing me marvel，perhaps，that any should have ridden some four miles or five，and yet speak of returning，he looked at the girl，who was playing with the jackanapes，and who smiled at him as he spoke."You must know，"said he，"that though I am the father of your Fairy Queen，I am also one of the gracious Princess's obedient subjects.No mother has she，poor wench，"he added，in a lower voice；"and faith，we men must always obey some woman--as it seems now that the King himself must soon do and all his captains.""You speak，"I said，"of the gracious Queen of Sicily and Jerusalem？"--a lady who was thought to be of much avail，as was but right，in the counsels of her son-in-law，the Dauphin，he having married her gentle daughter.
"Ay；Queen Yolande is far ben {7}with the King--would he had no worse counsellors！"said he，smiling；"but I speak of a far more potent sovereign，if all that she tells of herself be true.You have heard，or belike you have not heard，of the famed Pucelle--so she calls herself，I hope not without a warranty--the Lorrainer peasant lass，who is to drive the English into the sea，so she gives us all fair warning？""Never a word have I heard，or never marked so senseless a bruit if I heard it；she must be some moonstruck wench，and in her wits wandering.""Moon-struck，or sun-struck，or saint-struck，she will strike down our ancient enemy of England，and show you men how it is not wine and wickedness that make good soldiers！"cried the girl whom he called Elliot，her face rose-red with anger；and from her eyes two blue rays of light shot straight to mine，so that I believe my face waxed wan，the blood flying to my heart.
"Listen to her！look at her！"said her father，jestingly."Elliot，if your renowned maid can fright the English as you have affrayed a good Scot，the battle is won and Orleans is delivered."But she had turned her back on us pettishly，and was talking in a low voice to her jackanapes.As for me，if my face had been pale before，it now grew red enough for shame that I had angered her，who was so fair，though how I had sinned I knew not.But often I have seen that women，and these the best，will be all afire at a light word，wherein the touchiest man-at-arms who ever fought on the turn of a straw could pick no honourable quarrel.
"How have I been so unhappy as to offend mademoiselle？"I asked，in a whisper，of her father，giving her a high title，in very confusion.
