"I was in love ... with the King!"
"You are bantering, my friend, there was no king in the Crusade."
"You forget the King of the Vagabonds."
"What! The chief of those bandits, of those skinners, of those eaters of human flesh?"
"Before he became the king of the bandits, I loved him under the modest name of Corentin the Gibbet-cheater. Oh, what has become of him?"
"You must have left him?"
"One day I made a slip. I committed an infidelity towards him. I do not plume myself upon my constancy. I left the King of the Vagabonds for a duke."
"A duke of beggars?"
"No, no! A real duke. The handsomest of all the Crusaders, William IX."
"You were the mistress of the Duke of Aquitaine?"