craving to speak with his Majesty. The King smiles, his wicked eyes glisten. “Who? what? Do I know her?”
“Sire, the lady is deeply veiled; she desires to speak with your Majesty alone.”
“But, by St. Denis—do I know her?”
“I think, Sire, it is the wife of the Grand Seneschal of Normandy—Madame Diane de Brèzè.”