Roussillon was on the battlements, and came down to report horsemen on the plain.
'Lights out,' said Richard, and gave Jehane a kiss as he set her down.
They blew out all the lights, and stood two to each door; no one spoke any more.

Jehane sat by the darkened fire with a torch in her hand, ready to light it when she was bid.
Thus when the Normans drew near they found the tower true to its name, without a glimmer of light.

'Let alone for that,' said the King, whose grating voice they heard above all the others; 'very soon we will have a fire.' He sent some of his men to gather brushwood, ling, and dead bracken; meantime he began to beat at the door with his axe, crying like a madman, 'Richard! Richard! Thou graceless wretch, come out of thy hold.' Presently a little window-casement opened above him; Gaston of Bearn poked out his head.
'Beau sire,' he says, 'what entertainment is this for the Count your son ?' 'No son of mine, by the Face!' cried the King.

'Let that woman I have caged at home answer for him, who defies me for ever.

Let me in, thou sickly dog.' Gaston said, 'Beau sire, you shall come in if you will, and if you come in peace.' Says the King, 'I will come in, by God, and as I will.' 'Foul request, King,' said Gaston, and shut the window.
'Have it as you will; it shall be foul by and by,' the King shouted to the night.