"The King, Monsieur de Bardelys, has refused to see me; and when the sun is gone, we lesser bodies of the courtly firmament must needs turn for light and comfort to the moon." And he made me a sweeping bow.
"Meaning that I rule the night ?" quoth I, and laughed.

"The figure is more playful than exact, for whilst the moon is cold and cheerless, me you shall find ever warm and cordial.

I could have wished, Monsieur de Chatellerault, that your gracing my board were due to a circumstance less untoward than His Majesty's displeasure." "It is not for nothing that they call you the Magnificent," he answered, with a fresh bow, insensible to the sting in the tail of my honeyed words.
I laughed, and, setting compliments to rest with that, I led him to the table.
"Ganymede, a place here for Monsieur le Comte.

Gilles, Antoine, see to Monsieur de Chatellerault.

Basile, wine for Monsieur le Comte.