In these Memoirs I have related that after the battle of Mont l’Hery the horse I bestrode was old and tired, which thrusting by accident his head into a bucket of wine, drank it and was thereby become lustier and more serviceable than he was before. I have also there set down that on the third day after the battle we took up our quarters in the village of Mont l’Hery and that the inhabitants were in such consternation at our approach that they fled, some into the church steeple, and some into the castle, which held out against us and was not taken.
I have not set down the events of the first and second days after the battle because, as you shall see, I could not know much of them, being away on my own affairs.
After I had mounted this old, tired horse which I had ridden for several days, I laid the reins upon his neck as was my wont. Straightway he began to gallop, and when I sought to rein him in I found the bit between his teeth, and he on a mad run. We burst through the ranks of the men-at-arms, whereat I suffered not a little, being without armour at the time, and galloped hard into the village. As we turned at the church my old horse stumbled and fell and I was thrown violently into a meadow at one side of the way.
Of what happened next I know only as it was related to me thereafter. For a long time, it appeared, my wits were wandering. Then I opened my eyes to look into the eyes of a young maid bending over me anxiously. She smiled and said: “I am glad, good sir. You were as one dead. It was an ugly fall.”
“Where am I?” I asked.
“You are in the house of my aunt’s nurse,” she replied. “She lies sick in the room above. I had come to visit her and saw you fall. I fear some of the King’s men saw you also and will do you a mischief.” With that there came a knocking at the door and hoarse voices shouting: “Open in the King’s name!”
She opened the door and I heard loud voices talking. Three archers were there, sent, they said, to bring me to the Castle, but the maid denied them. She averred I was in great pain and unfit to be moved. There was much said that I did not fully hear (my wits not yet being fully returned), but presently she closed the door and came back.
“I have staved them off for awhile,” she said, “but you must get back your wits as soon as may be, for they will come again.” But I was in a maze at the beauty of her and said no word. She seemed like an angel to my sleepy eyes; for by now I felt dead tired and of a mind to sleep. This she saw and said: “Sleep, fair Sir! I will fend them from you.” At which I dropped off to sleep to dream of yellow-haired angels singing; and when I awoke, of a truth she was singing in the chamber above. In a few minutes she returned quietly and, seeing I was awake, said: “I have now two patients, fair Sir, I pray you tell me how you do?”
“I am stronger,” I replied “but my arm pains me, and methinks a bone may perchance be broken.”
“Not so,” said she, “but it is much bruised.”