She was relieved when the magnificent Johan, still in his camail and surtout, full of vigour and energy, entered the chamber.
“How goes the lading of the ship?” asked Edward of Wales. “We sail with the first fair wind.”
“Pardi,” said the Duke in his deep voice, “I have no time to go down to the shore yet, but I do not think they will make delays.”
“Surely,” said the Prince. “I am right weary of Acquitaine.”
And he gave a sigh as if he would burst his bosom.
“Yet I must see more of it,” returned Johan, coming to salute the Princess, which he did with good will, being close in sincere friendship with this lady.
The Prince lay back languidly.
“How can you keep a foothold without money?” he asked impatiently.
Johan’s deep eyes rested lovingly on his brother’s changed face.
“By St. George,” he said, “if I can keep these fiefs no other way, I will out of my own revenues and charges support the war—”