'He got worse than he gave,' he told Saint-Pol.

'I left him dead in the wood.' 'Would you see Jehane, Gilles ?' Saint-Pol had asked him before he went out.

'She is in her turret as meek as a mouse.' 'Time enough for that,' said Gilles quietly.

'She loves me not.

But I, Eustace, love her so hot that I have fear of myself.