To be done with all this, Richard was summoned to the French King hot-foot, within a day or two of his coming; went immediately with his chaplain Anselm and other one or two, and was immediately received.

He had, in fact, obeyed in such haste that he found two in the audience-chamber instead of one.
With Philip of France was Conrad of Montferrat, a large, pale, ruminating Italian, full of bluster and thick blood.

The French King was a youth, just the age of Jehane, of the thin, sharp, black-and-white mould into which had run the dregs of Capet.

He was smooth-faced like a girl, and had no need to shave; his lips were very thin, set crooked in his face.

So far as he was boy he loved and admired Richard, so far as he was Capet he distrusted him with all the rest of the world.
Richard knelt to his suzerain and was by him caught up and kissed.
Philip made him sit at his side on the throne.