“Have you heard of the miracle of Our Lady of Roche-de-Frêne?”
“I have heard of it. I do not believe it.”
“Speak low!” said Aimar. “Bishop Ugo related it with eloquent lips.”
“Bishop Ugo is Montmaure’s man.”
“Speak lower yet!... Perchance he thinks that Montmaure is his man.”
“Perchance he does. Let them be each other’s. What was answered?”
“The princess rose and spoke. She said that there were so many twos in the world that we must remain in doubt as to what two the Blessed Image meant.”
“Ha!” cried Garin, and laughed out.
“So,” said Aimar, “did we all—barons, knights, and no less a soul than Thibaut Canteleu. But the bishop looked darkly.”