the Cross over your Lordships' heads." "But why at midnight?"
the court asked. "Because I could see him in no other way." I
can see the exchange of glances across the ermine collars under
the Crucifix.

Anne de Cornault, further questioned, said that her married life
had been extremely lonely: "desolate" was the word she used. It
was true that her husband seldom spoke harshly to her; but there
were days when he did not speak at all. It was true that he had
never struck or threatened her; but he kept her like a prisoner
at Kerfol, and when he rode away to Morlaix or Quimper or Rennes
he set so close a watch on her that she could not pick a flower
in the garden without having a waiting-woman at her heels. "I am
no Queen, to need such honours," she once said to him; and he had
answered that a man who has a treasure does not leave the key in
the lock when he goes out. "Then take me with you," she urged;
but to this he said that towns were pernicious places, and young
wives better off at their own firesides.

"But what did you want to say to Herve de Lanrivain?" the court
asked; and she answered: "To ask him to take me away."

"Ah--you confess that you went down to him with adulterous
thoughts?"

"No."

"Then why did you want him to take you away?"

"Because I was afraid for my life."