"What do you here with pen and ink-horn?"
"My lord, I write."
"To whom?"
"To such as it pleaseth me."
"I pray you—show me."
"Nay, for that doth not please me, messire."
"I pray you, who was he that came hither but now—a tall man in a long blue cloak?"
"I saw him not, my lord."
"So needs must I see thy letter."
"Nay, that thou shalt not, my lord," said she, and rose to her stately height.