“My, thy lips are sweet! She thinks thou art no sister of mine.”
“Oh John, how dreadful!”
“So I thought at first, but not now. We may wed.”
“Oh no! How could we?”
“We may and will. Now give me some more kisses.”
“Not so. If I am no sister why kiss? Too many have I given thee already.”
“My Lady says thou art Blanche Wychyngham, the daughter of Sir Edmund Wychyngham of Norfolk, and that we were stolen and carried off by my nurse who was a sister of that Victor Bozen I slew on the way to Royston. He had a grudge against thy father also.”
“Oh John! how dreadful. I cannot bear it.” And she ran off to her foster mother in tears.
III. The Warrior and Lover
On the morrow came a letter bidding John join the Earl at Calais. Shortly thereafter Blanche left St. Albans to visit her father and sisters.