“Is it from there that you tried to escape?” I asked.
“Yes, I was kept in one of the towers in a room with a wooden floor. I managed to pull up a couple of planks and got down into the room below. The guards did not notice, and I was about to lock them in their own guard room when, again by bad luck, a porter came in and gave the alarm. I say by bad luck because he had never entered that room before. I was recaptured and put in a small, dark cell.”
“Had you lost faith that your saints would help you?”
“Not at all. But I did believe that God helps those who help themselves. We have to act first, and then we will receive what help we need.
“Early in June, I was moved again. This time to Jean of Luxembourg’s castle of Beaurevoir near the town of Saint Quentin. I was placed in the care of
