What, then, did that casket of carved bronze contain?
Richard took from its velvet interior the heel of a woman's shoe and kissed it.

It was a little kissable heel, elegant in fashion; one could tell how it belonged aforetime to the footwear of a beautiful girl.
Perhaps this thought was aided by the reverent preoccupation of Richard as he regarded it, for he set the boot-heel on the table and hung over it in a rapt way that had the outward features of idolatry.

It was right that he should; the little heel spoke of Richard's first strong passion.
You will retrace the year to the 10th of June.

Richard, after roving the Eastern earth for a decade, had just returned to his own land, which he hardly knew.

Throughout those ten years of long idling from one European city to another, had Richard met the woman he might love, he would have laid siege to her, conquered her, and brought her home as his wife.