consented, and, in person, conducted his son to St. Denis, but without intending to make him a knight as yet.  “He shall receive the accolade,” said he, “as a knight of Jesus Christ, at the first battle against the infidels.”  In April, 1396, an army of new crusaders left France and traversed Germany uproariously, everywhere displaying its valiant ardor, presumptuous recklessness, and chivalrous irregularity.  Some months elapsed without any news; but, at the beginning of December, there were seen arriving in France some poor creatures, half naked, dying of hunger, cold, and weariness, and giving deplorable accounts of the destruction of the French army.  The people would not believe them:  “They ought to be thrown into the water,” they said, “these scoundrels who propagate such lies.”  But, on the 23th of December, there arrived at Paris James de Helly, a knight of Artois, who, booted and spurred, strode into the hostel of St. Paul, threw himself on his knees before the king in the midst of the princes, and reported that he had come straight from Turkey; that on the 28th of the preceding September the Christian army had been destroyed at the battle of Nicopolis; that most of the lords had been either slain in battle or afterwards massacred by the sultan’s order; and that the Count of Nevers had sent him to the king and to his father the duke, to get negotiations entered into for his release.  There was no exaggeration about the knight’s story.  The battle had been terrible, the slaughter awful.  For the latter, the French, who were for a moment victorious, had set a cruel example with their prisoners; and Bajazet had surpassed them in cool ferocity.  After the first explosion of the father’s and the people’s grief, the ransom of the prisoners became the topic.  It was a large sum, and rather difficult to raise; and, whilst it was being sought for, James de Helly returned to report as much to Bajazet, and to place himself once more in his power.  “Thou art welcome,” said the sultan; “thou hast loyally kept thy word; I give thee thy liberty; thou canst go whither thou wiliest.”

Terms of ransom were concluded; and the sum total was paid through the hands of Bartholomew Pellegrini, a Genoese trader.  Before the Count of Nevers and his comrades set out, Bajazet sent for them.  “John,” said he to the count through an interpreter, “I know that thou art a great lord in thy country, and the son of a great lord.  Thou art young.  It may be that thou art abashed and grieved at what hath befallen thee in thy first essay of knighthood, and that, to retrieve thine honor, thou wilt collect a powerful army against me.  I might, ere I release thee, bind thee by oath not to take arms against me, neither thyself nor thy people.  But no; I will not exact this oath either from them or from thee.  When thou hast returned yonder, take up arms if it please thee, and come and attack me.  Thou wilt find me ever ready to receive thee in the open field, thee and thy men-at-arms.