“Messire,—Our will and pleasure is, that you shall entertain in your Manor of Hazelwood, for such time as shall be his pleasure, our very dear and well-beloved son, John, Duke of Brittany and Count de Montfort, neither letting nor deferring the said Duke from intercourse with our prisoner his mother, Margaret, Duchess of Brittany, but shall suffer him to speak with her at his will. And for so doing this shall be your warrant. By the King. At our Castle of Winchester, the morrow of Saint Romanus.”
Lady Foljambe turned to the Duke and inquired when it would be his pleasure to speak with the prisoner.
“When her physician counts it meet,” said he, with a slight movement of his shapely shoulders, which did not augur much gratification at the prospect before him. “By my faith, had not King Edward my father insisted thereon, then had I never come on so idle a journey. When I looked every morrow for news from Bretagne, bidding me most likely thither, to trot over half England for an old dame’s diversion were enough to try the patience of any knight on earth! I shall not tarry long here, I do ensure you, his Highness’ bidding fulfilled; and I trust your physician shall not long tarry me.”
Sir Godfrey and Lady Foljambe were full of expressions of sympathy. Lady Basset came forward, and spoke in a slightly cynical tone.
“Good morrow, my Lord,” said she to her brother. “You came not to see me, I think, more in especial as I shall one of these days be an old woman, when your Grace’s regard for me shall perish. Father Jordan, I pray you, let it not be long ere you give leave for this loving son to have speech of his mother. ’Twere pity he should break his heart by tarrying.”
Father Jordan nervously intimated that if the Countess were not asleep, he saw no reason why his Grace’s visit should be delayed at all.
“Nay, but under your leave, my good host, I will eat first,” said the Duke; “were it but to strengthen me for the ordeal which waiteth me.”
Lady Foljambe disappeared at once, on hospitable thoughts intent, and Sir Godfrey was profuse in apologies that the suggestion should have needed to come from the Duke. But the only person in the hall who, except his sister, was not afraid of the Duke, stepped forth and spoke her mind.