“In your armor.”
“True, for it is mine. And is he dead?”
“Absolutely dead—only—”
“Only what?”
“Did he have spurs on when they hanged him?”
“No.”
“Well, Monseigneur, he has them, and in place of having the casque on his head, he has placed it with great care at the foot of the gibbet, and left his head hanging uncovered.”
“Let us see, Mr. Chaplain, let us see, straight off!”
The Seigneur of La Piroche ran to the square crowded with the curious. The neck of the hanged man had passed again into the running noose, the corpse was there at the end of the rope, and the armor was there on the corpse.
It was astounding. So they proclaimed it a miracle.