“I hight the Demoiselle Alisande la Carteloise, an it please you.”
“Do you know anybody here who can identify you?”
“That were not likely, fair lord, I being come hither now for the first time.”
“Have you brought any letters—any documents—any proofs that you are trustworthy and truthful?”
“Of a surety, no; and wherefore should I? Have I not a tongue, and cannot I say all that myself?”
“But your saying it, you know, and somebody else’s saying it, is different.”
“Different? How might that be? I fear me I do not understand.”
“Don’t understand? Land of—why, you see—you see—why, great Scott, can’t you understand a little thing like that? Can’t you understand the difference between your—why do you look so innocent and idiotic!”
“I? In truth I know not, but an it were the will of God.”