"One more question, my good Jacques; how long have I been here?"

"Three days, monsieur. Now I will get you some nourishing food, and
afterwards you must sleep."

The next morning, finding I was much stronger, Jacques was willing to
answer further questions. Felix had come through the fray unscathed, and
Roger Braund was only slightly wounded. Anjou, he said, had been
thoroughly defeated, and there was already talk of the end of the war.

"And where are the troops now?" I asked.

"They marched in the direction of Poictiers. It is rumoured that the
Admiral intends to besiege the town."

"It may be so," I observed doubtfully, "but it is hardly likely. That is
the mistake Monseigneur made after Jarnac."

"Well," replied Jacques with a smile, "it cannot interest monsieur very
much for the next three or four weeks."

He had quite recovered from his own wounds, and was full of praise of
the Count St. Cyr, who had treated him with the greatest kindness.

"The count is a noble gentleman," he remarked, "and full of zeal for the
Cause. He is bringing his retainers to aid the Admiral."

"He is an old man, too," I said musingly.