"You showed her this tower and chapel?"
"Certainly, sire."
"She seemed sad?"
"Nay, merry."
"This is romance!" He lifted the little picture at arm's length to the sun, kissed it, and put it in his bosom. His face was radiant; he laughed as though some golden joy rang and resounded in his heart.
"A hundred golden angels for this face!"
Fra Balthasar was in great measure mystified. The Lord of Avalon seemed an inflammable gentleman.
"Messire, you are ever generous."
"Man, man, you have caught the one woman in the world."
"Sire----"