Now I ask your leave to go seek my enemy--and yours--Sir Edmund Acour, Count de Noyon." "Then you must go far, Sir Hugh, for I have tidings that this rogue who was not ashamed to wear another man's armour, and so save himself from your sword, is away to Italy this six months gone, where, as the Seigneur de Cattrina, he has estates near Venice.

But tell me how things stand.

Doubtless that Red Eve of yours--strangely enough I thought of her at Crecy when the sky grew so wondrous at nightfall--is at the bottom of them." "That is so, Sire," and he told him all the tale.
"A strange case truly, Sir Hugh," said the King when he had heard it out.

"I'll write to Clement for you both, but I doubt me whether you and your Eve will get justice from him, being English.

England and Englishmen find little favour at Avignon just now, and mayhap Philip has already written on behalf of de Noyon.