He played nervously with the plume of a helmet which lay on the settle, and lifted his face now and then to protest a word.

It was an honest face, ruddy with wind and sun and thatched with hair which his mislikers called red but his friends golden.
The girl seemed to have had her say.

She turned wearily aside, and drew the chain between her young lips with a gesture of despair.
"Since when have you become Burgundian, Catherine ?" the young man asked timidly.

The Sieur Guy de Laval was most notable in the field but he had few arts for a lady's chamber.
"I am no Burgundian," she said, "but neither am I Armagnac.

What concern have we in these quarrels?
Let the Kings who seek thrones do the fighting.