The Voyage of Bourges, 1562.
THe King with his Camp, remained not long at Bourges, but those within yielded it up, and went out with their jewels saved. I know nothing worthy of memory, but that a boy of the Kings privy kitchin, who beeing neer the walls of the Citty before the compo∣sition was made, cried with a loud voyce, Huguenot, Huguenot shoot here, shoot here, having his arms lifted up, and his hand stretched out; a souldier shot his hand quite th••ough with a bullet: ha∣ving received his stroak, he came and found me out to dress him. My Lord high-Constable, seeing the boy to have his hand all bloody, and all rent and torn, demanded of him who had hurt him. Then there was a Gentleman who saw the shot made, said it was well bestowed because he cri∣ed, Huguenot, shoot here, shoot here. Then the Said Constable Lord said, this Huguenot was a good musketeer, and bare a pittiful minde, for it was very likely if he would have shot at his head, he might have done it more easily then in the hand. I dressd the said Cook who was very sick, ••ut at length was cured, but with lameness of his hand, and ever since his companions call him Huguenot; he is living.