"Let go my hand—No, let it go. See now, I'll show you. There's a ring on it."
"I see the ring."
"A rich one."
"Very rich."
"Simon, do you guess who set it there?"
"He is your King only while you make him such."
"Nay," she cried with sudden passion, "I am set on my course." Then came defiance. "I wouldn't change it. Didn't I tell you once that I might have power with the King?"
"Power? What's that to you? What's it to any of us beside love?"
"Oh, I don't know anything about your love," she cried fretfully, "but I know what I love—the stir, and the frowns of great ladies, and the courting of great lords. Ah, but why do I talk? Do we reason with a madman?"