jehane did not falter. 'Do I have any rest? The King is chained in Styria; he must be redeemed. It is your turn. I saved his life for you once by selling my own. Now I am the wife of an old man, with nothing more to sell. Do you sell something.'
'Sell? Sell? What can I sell that he will buy?' whined Berengère. 'He loves me not.'
'Well,' said Jehane, 'what has that to do with it? Do you not love him?'
'I am his miserable wife. I have nothing to sell.
'Sell your pride, Berengère,' says Jehane. Berengère bit her lip.
'You speak strangely to me, woman.'
Says Jehane, 'I am grown strange. Once I was a girl dishonoured because I loved. Now I am a wife greatly honoured because I do not love.'
'You do not love your husband?'
'How should I,' said Jehane, 'when I love yours? But I honour my husband, and watch over his honour: he is good to me.'
'You dare to tell me that you love the King? Ah, you have been with him again!' Jehane looked critically at her.