Jean thought she was not, but Maitre Ranulph exclaimed "Pardi, I ought toknow, Jean. Ship-building is my trade, to say nothing of guns--I always wasn'ttwo weeks in the artillery for nothing. See the low bowsprit and thehigh poop. She's bearing this way. She'll be Narcissus!" he exclaimedslowly.

That was Philip d'Avranche's ship.