When the Lord des Cheriots heard that the Prince was still in the yard,
he resolved to descend by the window, and, having first thrown clown his
cloak, he then, by the help of his good friends, leapt into the garden.
As soon as the servant saw him, he failed not to make a noise with
his sword, at the same time crying, "Slay! slay!" Upon this the poor
gentleman, believing it was his [the servant's] master, was in such
great fear that, without thinking of his cloak, he fled as quickly as he
was able.
He met the archers of the watch, who wondered greatly to see him running
in this fashion, but he durst say nothing to them, except to beg them to
open him the gate [of the castle], or else to lodge him with themselves
until morning. And this, as they had not the keys, they did.
Then the Prince went to bed, and, finding his wife asleep, awoke her
saying--
"Guess, my wife, what hour it is.''
"I have not heard the clock strike since I went to bed," she replied.
"It is three hours after midnight," said he.
"If that be so," said his wife, "where have you been all this time? I
greatly fear that your health will be the worse for it.
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