[Re-enter Pepin.]
PEPIN.
Good even.
Well, my fair sister, you have heard the news,
Wept [glancing at Marcomir]
and found consolation.
But to think
The son of Charles Martel should be a monk!
GENEVIVA.
A monk!—a pilgrim?
PEPIN.
No, a cloistered monk.
MARCOMIR.
What is his crime?