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Willow-palm was golden in the hedges when the King of England's men filled Normandy, and Gilles de Gurdun, having been healed of his wounds, rode towards Rouen at the head of his levy. He went not without an understanding with Saint-Pol that he should have his sister on Palm Sunday in the church of Gisors.
Behind him, esquire of honour, rode the young Amadeus of Savoy, carrying his banner, a white basilisk on a blue field. Saint-Pol was a burly man, bearing his honours squarely on breast and back. They sounded for the Count of Poictou, who came presently out of his tent and lightly swung himself into the saddle a feat open to very few men armed in mail.
In short, I played the eavesdropper I, Marcel Saint-Pol de Bardelys.
The great princes killed were the king of Bohemia, the duke of Lorraine, the earls of Alençon, Flanders, Blois, Auxerre, Harcourt, Saint-Pol, Aumale, the grand prior of France and the archbishop of Rouen.
When King Richard said, without any confirmatory oath, that he should hang Adhémar of Limoges and the Count of Saint-Pol, all who heard him believed it. The Abbot Milo believed it for one. Figuratively, you can see his hands up as you read him. 'To hang two knights of such eminent degree and parts, he writes, 'were surely a great scandal in any Christian king.
King Richard held his voice, but not his hand, on the curb. The hand shook a little. 'Saint-Pol, he said, 'the Duke of Burgundy refers me to the Bishop, the Bishop to you. This seems the order of command in King Philip's host. Between the three of you I conceive to lie the honour of France. Now observe me. Three weeks ago I was for Ascalon, and you for Jerusalem.
Riding as he did through the realm of France, by Chateaudun, Chartres, and Pontoise, he narrowly missed Eustace of Saint-Pol, who was galloping the opposite way upon an errand dead opposed to his own. Gaston would have fought him, of course, but would have been killed to a certainty; for Saint-Pol rode as became his lordship, with a company, and the other was alone.
'Madame, how is it with your Grace? he said. The little lady quivered, but took no notice. 'Madame, said Saint-Pol again, 'I am a peer of France, but a knight before all. I am come to serve your Grace with my manhood. I pray you speak to me. The Marquess folded his arms; his large white face was a sight to see. Queen Berengère's palms were bleeding a little where her nails had broken the skin.
He is the greatest in the world. 'Ha, domeneddio! said the Marquess with a snort. 'I have that which will abate such glory. Dearest Madame, we go to pray for your health. He kissed her hand, and drew away with him Saint-Pol, who was trembling under the thoughts that fired him. 'Oh, my soul, Marquess! said the youth, when they were in the glare of day again.
"Sire, you are ill. Why do you not remain in Tours? How have you come here?" "I cannot sleep, and I cannot eat. The last few days I have passed in Vincennes, in Saint-Pol, in the Louvre, but I find peace nowhere.
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