Once another in a forest inn had spoken thus to her.

She stretched out her hand to him, and he covered it with kisses.
But in the night the priests stirred her fears again, and next morning there was another tragic pleading, from which Philip fled almost in tears.

Presently he found himself denied her chamber, unless he could give assurance of a changed mind.

And so the uneasy days went on, till in a dawn of wind amid a great praying and chanting the soul of the Countess Catherine passed, and Aimery reigned in Beaumanoir.
The place had grown hateful to Philip and he made ready to go.

For him in his recalcitrancy there was only a younger son's portion, the little seigneury of Eaucourt, which had been his mother's.