Fate has fixed my lot, and I must endure it." I did not cease my lay; and especially was the fat land of Burgundy my theme, for I knew it well.

Max would listen in enraptured silence.

When he was eighteen, I wrote, with deep-seated purpose, several letters to my friend Lord d'Hymbercourt, who was at the time one of the councillors of Charles the Rash, Duke of Burgundy.

In those letters I dwelt at length on the virtues, strength, and manly beauty of my pupil.
I knew that Charles often negotiated with other states the marriage of his only child and heiress, Princess Mary.

This form of treaty appeared to be almost a mania with the rash Burgundian.