I shall wed the French girl, who in my transports will never guess that in reality Jehane will be in my arms.' Tears filled his eyes.

'For we shall be wedded in the sight of heaven,' he said sighing.
'Deus!' cried Gaston here, 'Such marriages may be more to the taste of heaven than of men, Richard.

Man is a creature of sense.' 'He hath a spiritual part,' said Richard, 'so rarely hidden that only the thin fingers of a girl may get in to touch it.

Then, being touched, he knows that it is quick.

Let me alone; I am not all mud nor all devil.
I shall do my duty, marry the French girl, and love my golden Jehane until I die.' 'That is the saying of a poet and king at once, said Gaston, and really believed it.
So they came at dusk to Autafort, a rock castle on the confines of Perigord, held by Bertran de Born.
It looked, and was, a robber's hold, although it had a poet for castellan.