She was very grave, but not crying, and put up her face for his kisses as meek as any baby.

She said nothing at all, but stood palely at the door with her women as King Richard rode over the bridge.
'For my part,' he concludes, 'when I consider the youth and fierce untutored blood of this noblest of his race; or when I remember their terrible names, Tortulf Forester, and Ingelger, Fulke the Black and Fulke the Red, and Geoffrey Greygown and Geoffrey the Fair, and that old Henry, the wickedest of all; their deeds also, how father warred upon his sons, and sons conspired against their fathers; how they hated righteousness and loved iniquity, and spurned monks and priests, and revelled in the shambles they had made: then I say to myself, Good Milo, how wouldst thou have received thy calling to be king and sovereign count?
Wouldst thou have said, as Count John said, "Lord Christ, Alain, what shall we do ?" Or rather, "God have mercy, I am very wicked." It is true that Count John was not called to those estates, and that King Richard was.

But I choose sooner to think that each was confronted with his dead father, and not the emptied throne.

In which case Count John thought of his safety and King Richard of his sin.

Such musing is a windy business, suitable to old men.