“Ye must do your devoir to your father.” And Jehanne Plantagenet made reply–
“Yea, I will do my devoir, please God, but I shall not go to Spayne.”
And she lifted her head to aview the sunset, and we heard the sowning of the trumpets as the companies of the King’s archers came into the yard.
Then she took my hands and said–
“Dame Alys, give me leave and I will this day tell you something–and something heavy withal.”
I had great joy and honour in her amours, and I answered her–
“Behold my heart is as your own.”
Whereat she kissed me and said, “Ye shall hear.” And her eyes were troublous of grief as she spoke.
“Truly,” she said, “when I go to bed right doleful and weary of heart, one comes and parts the curtains and stands looking at me, and it is a lady in a gown of samite with a crown on her hair and rings on her hands, and she looks at me mournfully and as one who would give me warning.”
Then I was amazed, and made reply: “I desire you by the love of God to tell me who this lady is.”