They knew her as Jehane of the Fair Girdle.' The brother, Count Eustace as they called him (to distinguish him from an elder brother, Eudo Count of Saint-Pol), was a blunt copy of his sister, redder than she was, lighter in the hair, much lighter in the eyes.

He seemed an affectionate youth, and clung to the great Count Richard like ivy to a tree.

Richard gave him the sort of scornful affection one has for a little dog, between patting and slapping; but clearly wanted to be rid of him.

No reference was made to the journey, much was taken for granted; Eustace talked of his hawks, Richard ate and drank, Jehane sat up stiffly, looking into the fire; Milo watched her between his mouthfuls.

The moment supper was done, up jumps Richard and claps hands on the two shoulders of young Eustace.