Then said Jehanne Plantagenet–
“I think it is Blaunche of France, who was first wife to this Don Pedro, and is now in Heaven.”
“Surely,” I said, “this cannot be. Wherefor should she give you warning?”
“Sith you ask me,” said Jehanne Plantagenet, “I believe she gives me warning that I am to marry a right dishonourable and ungentle Knight and one that would slay me even as he slew her.”
Thereon I, right affrighted, bade her speak words of good cheer, for this was a grievous thing she said, and one not for credence that the King Don Pedro had slain Queen Blaunche.
But the Princess was sure of it, for she vowed the vision came as a warning.
“And I,” she said, “sith I would rather die in Westminster than live in Spayne, will not have this marriage.”
Then was I blithe to tell her of the great feastings there would be for her wedding, both in this realm and in Spayne, and how she would be a Queen and have her own court; howbeit, she put it all by.
“Dame Alys,” she said, “say no more, for I have such a love for another man that I may not bear to leave the place where he is.” Then a two times she gave a little sigh, and I was sore amazed.
“Dear lady,” I said, “Who is he?”