“Ah, joli coeur!” he said, and raised his weary eyes and took her long face between his hands and gazed down into it.
“What happened at Limoges?” she asked, without a word of greeting or duty.
His hands fell to his sides and his worn countenance overclouded.
“I kept my word,” he muttered.
Tears came into the eyes of Jehanne of Kent.
“I would you had been foresworn, seigneur,” she answered, “for the hand of God is against us.”
“In what way?” asked Edward.
“In your sickness,” she said, “for, certes, I perceive you very weak–and in the illness of the child.”
“Help me up,” answered the Prince, “that I may go to him.”
He raised himself to a sitting posture and put his feet to the ground; his simple dull red robe flowed round him unbroken by a jewel, his dark thin face had the look of a man weary of himself.