And the crone handed her visitor a slip of paper on which a few words were written.
The crone presented it to the king, who ordered it to be made into shirts.
The crone was cautious, however, and knew well with whom she had to deal.
"Ay, I have his mark on my knee, Dame Dodier," replied the crone.
"There is a moon after nine, by which hour you can reach the wood of Beaumanoir," ...