In Angers they crown the Count of Anjou with the red cap, and put upon his feet the red shoes.

That would make Richard the Red Count indeed, whose cap and bed the leper had bid her beware.

Beware she might, but how avoid?
She knew Richard by this time for master.

A year ago she had subjugated him in the Dark Tower; but since then he had handled her, moulded her, had but to nod and she served his will.

With what heart of lead she came, come she did to await him in black Angers, steep and hardy little city of slate; and the meeting of the two brought tears to many eyes.