How could it last?
How could she find either reason or courage to hope it?
It seemed to Beziers, on the watch, that she was awaiting the end already.

One is fretted to a rag by waiting.

So Jehane dared not lose a moment of Richard, yet could enjoy not one, knowing that she must soon lose all.
Those six clear days of theirs had been wiselier spent upon the west road; but Richard's desire outmastered every thought.

Having snatched Jehane from the very horns of the altar, he must hold her, make her his irrevocably at the first breathing place.

Dealing with any but Normans, he had never had his six days.