“Montfort and Blois have the poor duchy by the horns and tail, while such a fellow as Croquart steals the milk.”
She looked at him with a slight frown and an impatient lifting of the head.
“Croquart, the butcher-boy from Flanders! And you nobles of Brittany, with all your chivalry, cannot match this fellow in the field.”
Tinteniac shrugged and smiled at her.
“What would you?”
“Why, were I a man—”
“Well—”
“And a Breton man—”
“Yes.”
“I should not rest till I had freed Brittany from such a brute.”