Now, this time it was Jehane and not his conscience which had sent him to Louviers.

First of all Jehane had pleaded the Sepulchre, his old father, filial obedience, and he had laughed at the sweet fool.

But when she, grown wiser, urged him to pleasure her by treading on the heart she had given him, he could not deny her.

He was converted, not convinced.

So he rode alone, three hundred yards from his lieges, reasoning out how he could preserve his honour and yet yield.