'Messire has already assured me,' rejoined d'Inchy suavely, 'that Monseigneur harbours no resentment against any of us. Is that not so, Messire?'
'Indeed it is, Monseigneur,' replied Gilles stiffly. 'Whatever Monseigneur may have felt last night, I in his name do assure you that at this hour the incident of last night hath faded from his memory.'
He bowed now, ready to take his leave. But Jacqueline was apparently not yet ready to dismiss him. Something had gravely puzzled her, that was clear; and it was that something which seemingly made her loth to let him go.
'What, think you, Messire,' she said abruptly, 'caused Monseigneur to forget his resentment so quickly?'
'A journey, Madame,' he replied, looking her boldly between the eyes this time, 'which his thoughts took skywards, astride upon a sunbeam.'
She smiled.
'And did Monseigneur's thoughts wander far on that perilous journey?'
'As far as the unknown, Madame.'
'The unknown? Where is that?'
'There where we sow our dreams.'