And thus le capitaine tells his tale:
“Revolt and faction had cursed our land—
Tonnerre! that Frenchmen should be such curs!
Our city walls was were but poorly manned;
I—sous lieutenant—a boy in years;
Our brave commander, Jacques Enguerrande.
“We had one treasure, we soldiers, then—
Enguerrande’s daughter, a happy child;
She had no mother, but fifty slaves,
By her winning looks and ways beguiled—