I am sick to death of this business.' 'My lord Richard,' cried Saint-Pol, 'I am no man to command you.

Yet I say, Go.

I know not what has passed between your Grace and my sister Jehane; but this I know very well.

It will be a strange thing'-- he laughed, not pleasantly--'a strange thing, I say, if you cannot bend that arbiter to your own way of thinking.' Richard looked at him coldly.
'If I could do that, my friend,' he said, 'I should not suffer arbitration at all.' 'The proposition was not mine, my lord,' urged Saint-Pol.
'It could not be, sir,' Richard said sharply.

'I proposed it myself, because I consider that a lady has the right to dispose of her own person.