With them were the portentous old lady, Dame Gudule, William des Barres, a very fine French knight, Nicholas d'Eu, and a young boy called Eloy de Mont-Luc, a cousin of Jehane's, to bear her train.

The gossips at the gate called her a wooden bride; others said she was like a doll, a big doll; and others that they read in her eyes the scorn of death.

She took no notice of anything or anybody, but looked straight before her and followed where she was led.
This was straightway into the church by her brother, who had her by the hand and seemed in a great hurry.

The marriage was to be made in the Lady Chapel, behind the high altar.
Twenty minutes later yet, or maybe a little less, there was another surging to the gate about the arrival of four knights, who came posting in, spattered with mud and the sweat and lather of their horses.

They were quite unknown to the people of Gisors, but seen for great men, as indeed they were.