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Potin clenches his fist: "I will have the truth from the girl herself! There is something here I do not like!" Roughly he pushes past the artist and mounts to Jehane's room. She is not there, neither is she at her desk. Nor yet down in the village. They search everywhere; there is a hue and cry; people rush to and fro. Then suddenly a shout; and a silence, a dreadful silence.
Let them also who are in your allegiance, the illustrious Duke of Burgundy, Conrad Marquess of Montferrat, and my cousin Count Henry, be of your party and sharers with you in the new vow. This done, he went to Chinon to secure his father's treasure, and then made preparations for his coronation as Count of Anjou, and for Jehane's coronation.
The Queen-Mother, a very religious woman, took this saying soberly. She dropped Jehane's wrist, stared at and about her, looked up, looked down; then said, 'Tell me more of this, my girl. 'Hey, Madame, said Jehane, 'I will gladly tell you the whole.
I know not, but' he saw Jehane's marble face, and lifted his hand up 'by my hope, I will never believe it. In love they came together, my lord; in love, says Jehane, they have parted. I have heard little of Madame Alois, but my thought is, that kings and the sons of kings may marry kings' daughters, yet not in the way of love. The Count fumed.
'Ah, said Saint-Pol, 'and so shall I. The Marquess stroked his nose. 'Hum, he said, advising, 'who might your man be, Saint-Pol? 'One, said Eustace, 'who has reason to hate Richard as much as that poor lady in there. 'Who is that? 'My sister Jehane's lover. 'By the visible Host, said Montferrat, we shall be a loving company, all told. So they parted for the time.
These clouds, a torn regiment, raced across his vision, like cavalry broken, in mad retreat. Out of the tumbled mass two hands would throw up, white, long, thin hands, Jehane's hands drowned in frothy blood.
Richard stood up, a loose-limbed young giant, and narrowed his eyes. 'Nest thee, nest thee, my bird, he said low; and Jehane's lips parted. Slowly she left her stool by the fire, but quickened as she went; and at last ran tumbling into his arms. His right hand embraced her, his left at her chin held her face at discretion. Like a woman, she reproached him for what she dearly loved.
Richard's love rushed through him like a river in flood, that brims its banks and carries down bridges by its turbid mass; but hers was like the sea, unresting, ebbing, flowing, without aim or sure direction. As is usual with reserved persons, Jehane's transports, far from assuaging, tormented her, or seemed a torment.
Now it happened that the child in Jehane's arm woke up, and began to stretch itself, and whimper, and nozzle about for food. Jehane tried to hush it by rocking herself to and fro gently on one foot. The abbot, horrified, frowned and shook his head; but Jehane, who knew but one lord now Richard was away, took no notice. Presently young Fulke set up a howl which sounded piercing in that still place.
Among the multitudinous affairs now heaped upon him business of his new empire and his old, business of Guy's, business of the war, business of marriage he set first and foremost this business of Jehane's. He removed her from the Queen's house, gave her house and household of her own.
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