When Chicot, sustaining the reverend prior, arrived in the courtyard, he found there two bands of one hundred men each, waiting for their commander. About fifty among the strongest and most zealous had helmets on their heads and long swords hanging to belts from their waists. Others displayed with pride bucklers, on which they loved to rattle an iron gauntlet.
Brother Borromee took a helmet from the hands of a novice, and placed it on his head. While he did so, Chicot looked at it and smiled.
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