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Updated: May 3, 2025
Do you dare, are you so hardy in the eyes, as to look up to a kingly seat, or measure your head for a king's crown? Jehane had plenty of spirit, which a very little of this sort of talk would have fanned into a flame; but she had irony too. 'Madame, alas! she said, with a hint of shrugging; 'if I have worn the Count's cap I know the measure of my head.
Richard got so near precisely because he was less lover than poet. I doubt. But certainly he was a poet. He saw Jehane all glorious, and gave thanks for the sight. He felt to touch heaven when he neared her; but he did not covet her possession, at the moment. Perhaps he felt that he did possess her: it is a poet's way.
But Gilles needs no assurance. He will buy my marriage from the King of France. He is very sufficient. 'Hath he substance? Hath he lands? Is he noble, then, Jehane? 'He hath knighthood, a Church fief oh, enough!
In the tedious negotiations of the next few days it was arranged that the Princess should await the Queen-Mother at Bayonne, and sail with her and the fleet to Sicily. There King Richard would meet and marry her. What had passed between her and Jehane in the orchard, who knows?
Even the Duke of Burgundy, the burly eater, was moved, as could be seen by the working of his cheek-bones. Two nuns were carried out for dead. All this I saw between my hands as I knelt in prayer. But much more I saw: it seems that I had called down testimony from on high. I saw Countess Jehane, half-risen from her seat, white in the face, open-mouthed, gaping at the Cross.
It was in the gules of August, we read, that King Richard set out for his duchy and kingdom, on horseback, riding alone, splendid in red and gold; Countess Jehane in a litter; his true brother and his half-brother, his bishops, his chancellor, and his friends with him, each according to his degree.
But I think thou shalt leave behind thee some spark of a fire. She looked again at Berengère, who saw the glint of her green eyes and the old proud discontent twisting her lip, but did nothing. 'Look, Berengère, said Jehane, 'I speak as mother of his child Fulke of Anjou.
Fair-girdled was Touraine by Vienne and Loire; fair-girdled Jehane, who wore virgin candour about her loins and over her heart a shield of blue ice. As far southwards as Tours the dithyrambic prevailed; Richard was untiring in the hunt for analogues. 'You are not to tell me, Gaston, he declared, 'that my Jehane has been untrue.
With all this, like her son Richard, she was capable of strong revulsions. Thus she had loved, then hated King Henry; thus she was to spurn, then to cling to Jehane. At Rouen she did her best to crush the young girl to the pavement with her intolerable flat-lidded eyes.
Will you do this, dear boy? 'Certain sure, said the boy. Jehane gave him money and a kiss, then fastened herself to the window. Gaston excelled in pantomime. Every day for a week he saw Jehane at her window, and enacted many strange plays.
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