– Ah, ma belle! said a sonorous voice. With that they treat an old soldier who has not seen in a while even a good English girl? On the edge of my sword! wait a bit and instead of a kiss …. I’ll give you half a dozen

A cry of joy escaped her lips smiling Roger and Tristan. Simon was, no doubt! Simon good and healthy, barely set foot on land the business again. They were going to rush after her, to cry out when they heard another voice broke the window.

– What is it, Simon? said. If you need me, do not ask for anything better than the sword and arm loosen a bit, getting into shape to first get out of hand and we look for independence, even in their own land.

Simon came to hear the voice of his master and in a moment he saw the formidable arms seized by Tristan, of which went to Roger’s. Had not returned from his surprise the good Simon when he appeared in the door the Baron de Morel, sword in hand and winking his little eyes more than ever, looking for imaginary enemy. Renováronse then hugs and veteran Baron soon returned with a vengeance, possessed of great joy.