The light breeze which blew off the land stirred loose ringlets of her hair, and flattened the thin robe against her sunlit figure.

So had she stood a thousand times in old days, in her youth, in her maidenhood.

So in her father's time had she stood to see her lover come riding along the sands to woo her! So had she stood to welcome him on the eve of that fatal journey to Paris! Thence had others watched her go with him.

The men remembered--remembered all; and one by one they stole shamefacedly away, fearing lest she should speak or turn tragic eyes on them.
True, in their pity for her was no doubt of the end, or thought of the victim who must suffer--of Tavannes.

They, of Poitou, who had not been with him, knew nothing of him; they cared as little.