called--I knew him--added his voice to the request also. Troubled
in conscience thereby, yet I did marry the twain gladly, for I think
a worthier maid never lived than this same Mistress Guida Landresse
de Landresse, of the ancient family of the de Mauprats. Yet I like
not secrecy, though it be but for a month or two months--on my vow,
I like it not for one hour.

Note: At leisure read of the family history of the de Mauprats and
the d'Avranches.

N.: No more secret marriages nor special licenses--most uncanonical
privileges!

N.: For ease of conscience write to His Grace at Lambeth upon the
point.

Detricand sprang to his feet. So this was the truth about Philip
d'Avranche, about Guida, alas!

He paced the tent, his brain in a whirl. Stopping at last, he took from
his pocket the letter received that afternoon from General Grandjon-
Larisse, and read it through again hurriedly. It proposed a truce, and a
meeting with himself at a village near, for conference upon the surrender
of Detricand's small army.

"A bitter end to all our fighting," said Detricand aloud at last. "But
he is right. It is now a mere waste of life. I know my course. . . .
Even to-night," he added, "it shall be to-night."

Two hours later Detricand, Prince of Vaufontaine, was closeted with