A Monk of Fife

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Lang Andrew. A Monk of Fife

PREFACE

CHAPTER I – HOW THIS BOOK WAS WRITTEN, AND HOW NORMAN LESLIE FLED OUT OF FIFE

CHAPTER II – HOW NORMAN LESLIE MET NOIROUFLE THE CORDELIER, CALLED BROTHER THOMAS IN RELIGION: AND OF MIRACLES WROUGHT BY BROTHER THOMAS

CHAPTER III – WHAT BEFELL OUTSIDE OF CHINON TOWN

CHAPTER IV – IN WHAT COMPANY NORMAN LESLIE ENTERED CHINON; AND HOW HE DEMEANED HIMSELF TO TAKE SERVICE

CHAPTER V – OF THE FRAY ON THE DRAWBRIDGE AT CHINON CASTLE

CHAPTER VI – HOW NORMAN LESLIE ESCAPED OUT OF CHINON CASTLE

CHAPTER VII – CONCERNING THE WRATH OF ELLIOT, AND THE JEOPARDY OF NORMAN LESLIE

CHAPTER VIII – OF CERTAIN QUARRELS THAT CAME ON THE HANDS OF NORMAN LESLIE

CHAPTER IX – OF THE WINNING OF ELLIOT

CHAPTER X – HOW NORMAN LESLIE WAS OUT OF ALL COMFORT

CHAPTER XI – HOW MADAME CATHERINE OF FIERBOIS WROUGHT A MIRACLE FOR A SCOT, AND HOW NORMAN RODE TO THE WARS

CHAPTER XII – HOW THE MAID CAME TO ORLEANS, AND OF THE DOLOROUS STROKE THAT FIRST SHE STRUCK IN WAR

CHAPTER XIII – OF THE FIGHTING AT LES AUGUSTINS AND THE PROPHECY OF THE MAID

CHAPTER XIV – OF THE FIGHTING AT THE BRIDGE, AND OF THE PRIZE WON BY NORMAN LESLIE FROM THE RIVER

CHAPTER XV – HOW NORMAN LESLIE WAS ABSOLVED BY BROTHER THOMAS

CHAPTER XVI – HOW SORROW CAME ON NORMAN LESLIE, AND JOY THEREAFTER

CHAPTER XVII – HOW ELLIOT LOST HER JACKANAPES

CHAPTER XVIII – HOW ELLIOT’S JACKANAPES WAS SEEN AT THE KING’S CROWNING

CHAPTER XIX – HOW NORMAN LESLIE RODE AGAIN TO THE WARS

CHAPTER XX – CONCERNING THE MAID AND THE BIRDS

CHAPTER XXI – HOW A HUNDRED SCOTS SET FORTH TO TAKE PARIS TOWN

CHAPTER XXII – HOW NORMAN LESLIE FARED IN PARIS TOWN

CHAPTER XXIII – HOW ELLIOT’S JACKANAPES CAME HOME

CHAPTER XXIV – HOW THE MAID HEARD ILL TIDINGS FROM HER VOICES, AND OF THE SILENCE OF THE BIRDS

CHAPTER XXV – OF THE ONFALL AT PONT L’ÉVÊQUE, AND HOW NORMAN LESLIE WAS HURT

CHAPTER XXVI – HOW, AND BY WHOSE DEVICE, THE MAID WAS TAKEN AT COMPIÈGNE

CHAPTER XXVII – HOW NORMAN LESLIE FARED IN COMPIÈGNE, WITH THE END OFTHAT LEAGUER

CHAPTER XXVIII – HOW THE BURGUNDIANS HUNTED HARES, WITH THE END OF THAT HUNTING

CHAPTER XXIX – SHOWETH HOW VERY NOBLE WAS THE DUKE OF BURGUNDY

CHAPTER XXX – HOW NORMAN LESLIE TOOK SERVICE WITH THE ENGLISH

CHAPTER XXXI – HOW NORMAN LESLIE SAW THE MAID IN HER PRISON

CHAPTER XXXII – THE END OF THIS CHRONICLE

APPENDIX A – NORMAN’S MIRACLE

APPENDIX B – ELLIOT’S RING

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It is not of my own will, nor for my own glory, that I, Norman Leslie, sometime of Pitcullo, and in religion called Brother Norman, of the Order of Benedictines, of Dunfermline, indite this book. But on my coming out of France, in the year of our Lord One thousand four hundred and fifty-nine, it was laid on me by my Superior, Richard, Abbot in Dunfermline, that I should abbreviate the Great Chronicle of Scotland, and continue the same down to our own time. 1 He bade me tell, moreover, all that I knew of the glorious Maid of France, called Jeanne la Pucelle, in whose company I was, from her beginning even till her end.

First, concerning myself I must say some few words, to the end that what follows may be the more readily understood.

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“Now,” says he, “fetch over my arbalest. Lying where I am you have no advantage to shoot me, as, nom de Dieu! I would have shot you had you not obeyed. And hark ye, by the way, unwind the arbalest before you cross; it is ever well to be on the safe side. And be sure you wet not the string.” He pushed his face through the bush, and held in his mouth my naked whinger, that shone between his shining eyes.

Now again I say it, I have thought over this matter many a time, and have even laughed aloud and bitterly, when I was alone, at the figure of me shivering there, on a cold February day, and at my helpless estate. For a naked man is no match for a man with a whinger, and he was sitting on my clothes. So this friar, unworthy as he was of his holy calling, had me at an avail on every side, nor do I yet see what I could do but obey him, as I did. And when I landed from this fifth voyage, he laughed and gave me his blessing, and, what I needed more, some fiery spirits from a water-gourd, in which Father Thomas carried no water.

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