said　quietly。　　〃The　lady　is　not　for　you。　　My　master　has　other　plans。
  。　。〃　　He　moistened　his　thin　lips　with　his　tongue。　　〃Other　plans　for
  the　lady　。　。　。　and　for　you。〃
  Of　course；　by　the　lady　I　knew　he　referred　to　the　great　Duchess
  Philippa；　widow　of　Geoffrey；　last　Duke　of　Aquitaine。　　But　great
  duchess；　widow；　and　all；　Philippa　was　a　woman；　and　young；　and　gay；
  and　beautiful；　and；　by　my　faith；　fashioned　for　me。
  〃What　are　his　plans？〃　I　demanded　bluntly。
  〃They　are　deep　and　wide；　Count　Sainte…Mauretoo　deep　and　wide　for
  me　to　presume　to　imagine；　much　less　know　or　discuss　with　you　or　any
  man。〃
  〃Oh；　I　know　big　things　are　afoot　and　slimy　worms　squirming
  underground；〃　I　said。
  〃They　told　me　you　were　stubborn…necked；　but　I　have　obeyed　commands。〃
  Martinelli　arose　to　leave；　and　I　arose　with　him。
  〃I　said　it　was　useless；〃　he　went　on。　　〃But　the　last　chance　to　change
  your　mind　was　accorded　you。　　My　august　master　deals　more　fairly　than
  fair。〃
  〃Oh；　well；　I'll　think　the　matter　over；〃　I　said　airily；　as　I　bowed
  the　priest　to　the　door。
  He　stopped　abruptly　at　the　threshold。
  〃The　time　for　thinking　is　past；〃　he　said。　　〃It　is　decision　I　came
  for。〃
  〃I　will　think　the　matter　over；〃　I　repeated；　then　added；　as
  afterthought：　　〃If　the　lady's　plans　do　not　accord　with　mine；　then
  mayhap　the　plans　of　your　master　may　fruit　as　he　desires。　　For
  remember；　priest；　he　is　no　master　of　mine。〃
  〃You　do　not　know　my　master；〃　he　said　solemnly。
  〃Nor　do　I　wish　to　know　him；〃　I　retorted。
  And　I　listened　to　the　lithe；　light　step　of　the　little　intriguing
  priest　go　down　the　creaking　stairs。
  Did　I　go　into　the　minutiae　of　detail　of　all　that　I　saw　this　half　a
  day　and　half　a　night　that　I　was　Count　Guillaume　de　Sainte…Maure；　not
  ten　books　the　size　of　this　I　am　writing　could　contain　the　totality
  of　the　matter。　　Much　I　shall　skip；　in　fact；　I　shall　skip　almost　all；
  for　never　yet　have　I　heard　of　a　condemned　man　being　reprieved　in
  order　that　he　might　complete　his　memoirsat　least；　not　in
  California。
  When　I　rode　out　in　Paris　that　day　it　was　the　Paris　of　centuries
  agone。　　The　narrow　streets　were　an　unsanitary　scandal　of　filth　and
  slime。　　But　I　must　skip。　　And　skip　I　shall；　all　of　the　afternoon's
  events；　all　of　the　ride　outside　the　walls；　of　the　grand　fete　given
  by　Hugh　de　Meung；　of　the　feasting　and　the　drinking　in　which　I　took
  little　part。　　Only　of　the　end　of　the　adventure　will　I　write；　which
  begins　with　where　I　stood　jesting　with　Philippa　herselfah；　dear
  God；　she　was　wondrous　beautiful。　　A　great　ladyay；　but　before　that；
  and　after　that；　and　always；　a　woman。
  We　laughed　and　jested　lightly　enough；　as　about　us　jostled　the　merry
  throng；　but　under　our　jesting　was　the　deep　earnestness　of　man　and
  woman　well　advanced　across　the　threshold　of　love　and　yet　not　too
  sure　each　of　the　other。　　I　shall　not　describe　her。　　She　was　small；
  exquisitely　slenderbut　there；　I　am　describing　her。　　In　brief；　she
  was　the　one　woman　in　the　world　for　me；　and　little　I　recked　the　long
  arm　of　that　gray　old　man　in　Rome　could　reach　out　half　across　Europe
  between　my　woman　and　me。
  And　the　Italian；　Fortini；　leaned　to　my　shoulder　and　whispered：
  〃One　who　desires　to　speak。〃
  〃One　who　must　wait　my　pleasure；〃　I　answered　shortly。
  〃I　wait　no　man's　pleasure；〃　was　his　equally　short　reply。
  And；　while　my　blood　boiled；　I　remembered　the　priest；　Martinelli；　and
  the　gray　old　man　at　Rome。　　The　thing　was　clear。　　It　was　deliberate。
  It　was　the　long　arm。　　Fortini　smiled　lazily　at　me　while　I　thus
  paused　for　the　moment　to　debate；　but　in　his　smile　was　the　essence　of
  all　insolence。
  This；　of　all　times；　was　the　time　I　should　have　been　cool。　　But　the
  old　red　anger　began　to　kindle　in　me。　　This　was　the　work　of　the
  priest。　　This　was　the　Fortini；　poverished　of　all　save　lineage；
  reckoned　the　best　sword　come　up　out　of　Italy　in　half　a　score　of
  years。　　To…night　it　was　Fortini。　　If　he　failed　the　gray　old　man's
  command　to…morrow　it　would　be　another　sword；　the　next　day　another。
  And；　perchance　still　failing；　then　might　I　expect　the　common　bravo's
  steel　in　my　back　or　the　common　poisoner's　philter　in　my　wine；　my
  meat；　or　bread。
  〃I　am　busy；〃　I　said。　　〃Begone。〃
  〃My　business　with　you　presses；〃　was　his　reply。
  Insensibly　our　voices　had　slightly　risen；　so　that　Philippa　heard。
  〃Begone；　you　Italian　hound；〃　I　said。　　〃Take　your　howling　from　my
  door。　　I　shall　attend　to　you　presently。〃
  〃The　moon　is　up；〃　he　said。　　〃The　grass　is　dry　and　excellent。　　There
  is　no　dew。　　Beyond　the　fish…pond；　an　arrow's　flight　to　the　left；　is
  an　open　space；　quiet　and　private。〃
  〃Presently　you　shall　have　your　desire；〃　I　muttered　impatiently。
  But　still　he　persisted　in　waiting　at　my　shoulder。
  〃Presently；〃　I　said。　　〃Presently　I　shall　attend　to　you。〃
  Then　spoke　Philippa；　in　all　the　daring　spirit　and　the　iron　of　her。
  〃Satisfy　the　gentleman's　desire；　Sainte…Maure。　　Attend　to　him　now。
  And　good　fortune　go　with　you。〃　　She　paused　to　beckon　to　her　her
  uncle；　Jean　de　Joinville；　who　was　passinguncle　on　her　mother's
  side；　of　the　de　Joinvilles　of　Anjou。　　〃Good　fortune　go　with　you；〃
  she　repeated；　and　then　leaned　to　me　so　that　she　could　whisper：　　〃And
  my　heart　goes　with　you；　Sainte…Maure。　　Do　not　be　long。　　I　shall
  await　you　in　the　big　hall。〃
  I　was　in　the　seventh　heaven。　　I　trod　on　air。　　It　was　the　first　frank
  admittance　of　her　love。　　And　with　such　benediction　I　was　made　so
  strong　that　I　knew　I　could　kill　a　score　of　Fortinis　and　snap　my
  fingers　at　a　score　of　gray　old　men　in　Rome。
  Jean　de　Joinville　bore　Philippa　away　in　the　press；　and　Fortini　and　I
  settled　our　arrangements　in　a　trice。　　We　separatedhe　to　find　a
  friend　or　so；　and　I　to　find　a　friend　or　so；　and　all　to　meet　at　the
  appointed　place　beyond　the　fish…pond。
  First　I　found　Robert　Lanfranc；　and；　next；　Henry　Bohemond。　　But
  before　I　found　them　I　encountered　a　windlestraw　which　showed　which
  way　blew　the　wind　and　gave　promise　of　a　very　gale。　　I　knew　the
  windlestraw；　Guy　de　Villehardouin；　a　raw　young　provincial；　come　up
  the　first　time　to　Court；　but　a　fiery　little　cockerel　for　all　of
  that。　　He　was　red…haired。　　His　blue　eyes；　small　and　pinched　close　to
  ether；　were　likewise　red；　at　least　in　the　whites　of　them；　and　his
  skin；　of　the　sort　that　goes　with　such　types；　was　red　and　freckled。
  He　had　quite　a　parboiled　appearance。
  As　I　passed　him　by　a　sudden　movement　he　jostled　me。　　Oh；　of　course；
  the　thing　was　deliberate。　　And　he　flamed　at　me　while　his　hand
  dropped　to　his　rapier。
  〃Faith；〃　thought　I；　〃the　gray　old　man　has　many　and　strange　tools；〃
  while　to　the　cockerel　I　bowed　and　murmured；　〃Your　pardon　for　my
  clumsiness。　　The　fault　was　mine。　　Your　pardon；　Villehardouin。〃
  But　he　was　not　to　be　appeased　thus　easily。　　And　while　he　fumed　and
  strutted　I　glimpsed　Robert　Lanfranc；　beckoned　him　to　us；　and
  explained　the　happening。
  〃Sainte…Maure　has　accorded　you　satisfaction；〃　was　his　judgment。　　〃He
  has　prayed　your　pardon。〃
  〃In　truth；　yes；〃　I　interrupted　in　my　suavest　tones。　　〃And　I　pray
  your　pardon　again；　Villehardouin；　for　my　very　great　clumsiness。　　I
  pray　your　pardon　a　thousand　times。　　The　fault　was　mine；　though
  unintentioned。　　In　my　haste　to　an　engagement　I　was　clumsy；　most
  woful　clumsy；　but　without　intention。〃
  What　could　the　dolt　do　but　grudgingly　accept　the　amends　I　so　freely
  proffered　him？　　Yet　I　knew；　as　Lanfranc　and　I　hastened　on；　that　ere
  many　days；　or　hours；　the　flame…headed　youth　would　see　to　it　that　we
  measured　steel　together　on　the　grass。
  I　explained　no　more　to　Lanfranc　than　my　need　of　him；　and　he　was
  little　interested　to　pry　deeper　into　the　matter。　　He　was　himself　a
  lively　youngster　of　no　more　than　twenty；　but　he　had　been　trained　to
  arms；　had　fought　in　Spain；　and　had　an　honourable　record　on　the
  grass。　　Merely　his　black　eyes　flashed　when　he　learned　what　was
  toward；　and　such　was　his　eagerness　that　it　was　he　who　gathered　Henry
  Bohemond　in　to　our　number。
  When　the　three　of　us　arrived　in　the　open　space　beyond　the　fish…pond
  Fortini　and　two　friends　were　already　waiting　us。　　One　was　Felix
  Pasquini；　nephew　to　the　Cardinal　of　that　name；　and　as　close　in　his
  uncle's　confidence　as　was　his　uncle　close　in　the　confidence　of　the
  gray　old　man。　　The　other　was　Raoul　de　Goncourt；　whose　presence
  surprised　me；　he　being　too　good　and　noble　a　man　for　the　company　he
  kept。
  We　saluted　properly；　and　properly　went　about　the　business。　　It　was
  nothing　new　to　any　of　us。　　The　footing　was　good；　as　promised。　　There
  was　no　dew。　　The　moon　shone　fair；　and　Fortini's　blade　and　mine　were
  out　and　at　earnest　play。
  This　I　knew：　　good　swordsman　as　they　reckoned　me　in　France；　Fortini
  was　a　better。　　This；　too；　I　knew：　　that　I　carried　my　lady's　heart
  with　me　this　night；　and　that　this　night；　because　of　me；　there　would
  be　one　Italian　less　in　the　world。　　I　say　I　knew　it。　　In　my　mind　the
  issue　could　not　be　in　doubt。　　And　as　our　rapiers　pla