It was Bertran who dubbed her with the name she ever afterwards went by throughout Poictou and the south, the name of Bel Vezer.

Richard at the end clipped him in his arms, and with one arm still round his wicked neck led him to the tribune where Jehane sat blushing.

'Take him into your favour, Lady Bel Vezer,' he said to her.

'Whatever his heart may be, he hath a golden tongue.' Jehane, stooping, lent him her cheek, and Bertran fairly kissed her whom he had sought to undo.

Then turning, fired with her favour, he let his shrill voice go spiring to heaven in her praise.
For these feats Bertran was appointed to her household, as I have said.
He made no secret of his love for her, but sang of her night and day, and delighted Richard's generous heart.