Troubadour Tales
THE PAGE OF COUNT REYNAURD
HOW HE EARNED THE FAVOR OF KING RENÉ AND
WON A SILVER CUP FOR CLEVERNESS
IN THE LATIN TONGUE
“Pierrot! Pierrot! are thy saddle-bags well fastened? And how fare my lutestrings? Have a care lest some of them snap with jogging over this rough bit of road. And, Pierrot, next time we pass a fine periwinkle thou hadst best jump down and pluck a fresh bunch for my Barbo’s ears.”