their pitiful Court mummery, their fiasco of dignity. You are not like
these other beggarly Scots, my Lord Duke of Touraine."

"They are brave men and loyal gentlemen," said the generous young
Earl. "They would die for me."

"Nay, but so I declare would I," gaily cried the lady, glancing at his
handsome head with a quick admiring regard. "So would I--if I were a
man. Besides, there is so little worth living for in a country such as
this."

The Earl was silent and she proceeded.

"But how joyous we shall be at Edinburgh! Know you that at the Court
of Charles that was my name--La Joyeuse they called me. We will keep
solemn countenances, you and I, while we enter the presence of the
King. We will bow. We will make obeisances. Then, when all is over, we
will laugh together at the fatted calf of a Tutor, the cunning
Chancellor with his quirks of law, and the poor schoolboy scarce
breeched whom they call King of Scotland. But all the while I shall be
thinking of the true King of Scots--who alone shall ever be King to
me--"

At this point La Joyeuse broke off short, as if her feelings were
hurrying her to say more than she had intended.

"I did wrong to flout their messengers yesterday," said William
Douglas, his boyish heart misgiving him at dispraise of others;
"perhaps they meant me well. But I am naturally quick and easily
fretted, and the men annoyed me with their parchments royal, their