I trod on air.

It was the first frank admittance of her love.

And with such benediction I was made so strong that I knew I could kill a score of Fortinis and snap my fingers at a score of gray old men in Rome.
Jean de Joinville bore Philippa away in the press, and Fortini and I settled our arrangements in a trice.

We separated--he to find a friend or so, and I to find a friend or so, and all to meet at the appointed place beyond the fish-pond.
First I found Robert Lanfranc, and, next, Henry Bohemond.

But before I found them I encountered a windlestraw which showed which way blew the wind and gave promise of a very gale.