| [Translator's Preface] | [iii] | ||
| [Part I.] The Seigniory of Nointel. | |||
| [Chapter 1]. | The Tavern of Alison the Huffy | [10] | |
| [Chapter 2]. | The Amende Honorable | [26] | |
| [Chapter 3]. | The Tournament | [34] | |
| [Chapter 4]. | The Judicial Combat | [39] | |
| [Chapter 5]. | Sheet Lightenings | [50] | |
| [Chapter 6]. | Prophecies and Premonitions | [58] | |
| [Chapter 7]. | Wrecked Hearts | [65] | |
| [Part II.] The Regency of Normandy. | |||
| [Chapter 1]. | The States General | [74] | |
| [Chapter 2]. | Etienne Marcel | [77] | |
| [Chapter 3]. | The Man of the Furred Cap | [83] | |
| [Chapter 4]. | The Serpent Under the Grass | [97] | |
| [Chapter 5]. | Charles the Wicked | [105] | |
| [Chapter 6]. | The Meeting at the Cordeliers | [118] | |
| [Chapter 7]. | Popular Justice | [126] | |
| [Chapter 8]. | "The Hour Has Sounded!" | [143] | |
| [Part III.] The Jacquerie. | |||
| [Chapter 1]. | Captain Griffith and His Chaplain | [154] | |
| [Chapter 2]. | The Fox's Burrow | [161] | |
| [Chapter 3]. | The Castle of Chivry | [175] | |
| [Chapter 4]. | Jacquerie! Jacquerie! | [180] | |
| [Chapter 5]. | The Orville Bridge | [191] | |
| [Chapter 6]. | "On to Clermont!" | [207] | |
| [Chapter 7]. | Clermont | [211] | |
| [Part IV.] John Maillart. | |||
| [Chapter 1]. | The Wages of Envy | [228] | |
| [Chapter 2]. | Last Day at Home | [239] | |
| [Chapter 3]. | Darkening Shadows | [247] | |
| [Chapter 4]. | Plotters Uncovered | [258] | |
| [Chapter 5]. | The Gate of St. Antoine | [267] | |
| [Epilogue] | [270] | ||
PART I.
THE SEIGNIORY OF NOINTEL.
CHAPTER I.
THE TAVERN OF ALISON THE HUFFY.
On a Sunday, towards the end of the month of October of 1356, a great stir was noticeable since early morning in the little town of Nointel, situated a few leagues from the city of Beauvais, in the department of Beauvoisis. The tavern of Alison the Huffy—so nicknamed from her hot temper, although she was a good woman—was rapidly filling with artisans, villeins and serfs who came to wait for the hour of mass at the tavern, where, due to the prevailing poverty, little was drunk and much talked. Alison never complained. As talkative as huffy, dame Alison preferred to see her tavern full with chatterers than empty of tipplers. Still fresh and buxom, though on the shady side of thirty, she wore a short skirt and low bodice—probably because her bust was well rounded and her limbs well shaped. Black of hair, bright of eyes, white of teeth, and quick of hands, more than once since her widowhood, had Alison broken a bumper over the head of some customer, whom liquor had rendered too expressive in his admiration for her charms. Accordingly, like a prudent housekeeper, she had taken the precaution of replacing her earthenware bumpers with pewter ones. That morning the dame seemed to be in a particular huffy mood, judging by her rumpling brows, her brusque motions, and her sharp and cross words.
Presently, the door of the tavern was darkened and in stepped a man of vigorous age, with an angular and sun-burnt face, whose only striking features were two little, piercing, crafty and savage eyes half hidden under his eyebrows thick and grizzly like his hair, that escaped in disorder from under his old woolen cap. He had traveled a long distance; his wooden shoes, shabby cloth leggings and patched smock-frock were covered with dust. He was noticeably tired; it was with difficulty that he moved his limbs with the support of a knotted stick. Hardly inside the tavern, the serf, whose name was William Caillet, let himself down heavily upon a bench, immediately placing his elbows on his knees and his head upon his hands. Alison the Huffy, already out of humor, as stated, called to him sharply:
"What do you want here? I do not know you. If you want to drink, pay; if not, off with you!"