"I?—with the proper view, of course."
The King laughed aloud; and as De Lacy, who had just dismounted before the keep, recognized the voice and glanced up, Richard leaned over the parapet and beckoned to him.
"We are glad to see you," he said, as the Knight presently bent knee and kissed the Queen's hand.
"Yes, Sir Aymer, you are always welcome," she added.
"Your Majesties overwhelm me."
"Well, if our greeting overwhelm you," the King remarked, "the Countess of Clare's wilt likely end your life."
"I am very anxious to risk it, Sire," De Lacy answered quickly.
"Beatrix has left the castle," said Richard.
"Gone!" Aymer exclaimed.
"Oh … only for a ride."