"Jacques," I said, "what are you doing here?"
"Nursing you, monsieur," he answered cheerfully. "I got to Rochelle just after you had started, and followed the army; but the battle was over when I reached Roche Abeille."
"I went to the Admiral's gentlemen. They said you were killed, and that your friend Monsieur Bellièvre was distracted, and there was another gentleman, an Englishman, who looked very unhappy. But we fetched a surgeon, who patched you up, and we carried you here."
"Where, Jacques?"
"The city of Limoges, monsieur. You are lodged at a comfortable inn, and now you have talked enough."
"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.