There, this is our room and this is De Lille.

De Lille, this is the grand master's new page, Master Gervaise Tresham, and our lord says we are to treat him kindly and entertain him well until tomorrow, when he will go to the palace.

He speaks our language, and has been some years in France." "How came you to be there ?" De Lille asked Gervaise.
"My father was a Lancastrian, and my mother a great friend of our Queen Margaret of Anjou, and they were with her all the time she was in exile." "How quarrelsome you English are!" De Lille said.

"You seem to be always fighting among yourselves." "I don't think," Gervaise said, with a smile, "there is any love lost between Louis of France and the Duke of Burgundy, to say nothing of other great lords." "No; you are right there.

But though we talk a great deal about fighting, it is only occasionally that we engage in it." The pages' room was a small one.