“Black cat!”
Isoult reached down, caught Marpasse by the cloak, drew her in, and kissed her.
“You big brown devil, how I love the smell of you. And sister Denise, too, with all the fun of the fair.”
She tossed her head and laughed, and shouted to a knight on horseback who was watching his men scrambling over a coffer full of plate.
“Lording, come you here. I have found your red head for you. Though you will not be wanting her now, unless you would like a touch of my knife.”
The knight turned in the saddle; he had taken off his great helmet, both Denise and Marpasse knew him at the first glance.
“Gaillard!”
Marpasse took Denise by the hand, and kept very close to Isoult’s white horse.
CHAPTER XL
Aymery had searched the hillsides that day for a blue surcoat shining with golden suns, but since Gaillard had charged among Prince Edward’s spears, he was miles away on the heels of the Londoners while the men of the White Cross were driving the King back in rout upon Lewes town.