The count de la Marché moft tenderly bewailed his fquire, as he' viewed his corpfe. Nicholas Clif-ford direftly retired to his lodgings, and would not by any means dine at the caftle, as well for the great vexation he was in for this death as on ac-couut of his relations and friends : but the con-ftable fent to feek for him, and it was neceffary he fhould comply. On his arrival, the conftable faid,—c In truth, Nicholas* I can very well believe, and I fee by your looks, that you are much concerned for the death of John Boucmel ; but I acquit you of it, for it was no fault of yours, and, as God is my judge, if I had been in the fituation you were in, you have done nothing more than I would have done, as it is better to hurt one's enemy than to be hurt by him. Such is the fate of war.* They then feared themfelves at table, and thefe lords dined at their cafe. After they had finifhed their repaft, and drank their wine, the conftable called the lord le Barrois des Barres, and faid to him,—* Barrois, prepare yourfelf : I will that you condud thefe Englifhmen as far as Cherbourg, and that you have opened to them every town and caftle, and have given to them whatever they fhall • be in need of.' Le Barrois replied,—c My lord, I fhall cheerfully obey your orders.* The Englifh then, taking leave of the conftable and the knights with him, came to their lodgings, where every thing was packed up and ready. They mounted their horfes, departed from chateau Joffelin, and rode ftraight to Pontorfbn and Mont St. 282