But the rage of Maillart and of the Sire of Charny was not yet appeased.
"My friend, your courage carries you away," Marcel answered Maillart in an accent of cordial reproach.
Maillart is always speaking about running to arms, and of massacring the nobles and priests.
All I maintain is that, put in the place of Marcel, Maillart would have done as well.
Can Maillart be jealous of my uncle, the friend of his childhood!
