"If thou art happy, Guy, I am very glad," said I; and I said it honestly.
"Happy? I should think so!" cried he. "To be Regent of the land of all lands! And she, Lynette—she is a gem and a treasure."
"I am sure of that, Guy," said I.
"And now, my news is not finished, little sister," said he. "The King has given Amaury a wife."
"Oh, poor thing!—who is it?" said I.
Guy laughed till his eyes were full of tears.
"Poor thing!—who?" said he. "Amaury or his bride?"
"Oh, the bride, of course," said I. "Amaury won't care a straw for her, and she will be worried out of her life if she does not dress to please him."
"Let us hope that she will, then," answered Guy, still laughing. "It is the Damoiselle Eschine d'Ibellin, daughter of Messire de Rames. Thou dost not know her."
"Dost thou?—what is she like?"