Beggared so of all emblems of his grace, clad only in hauberk of steel, bareheaded, without weapon, and on foot, he walked among his mounted men into the little town of Fontevrault.

That which he could not do off, his sovereign inches, sovereign eye, gait of mastery, prevailed over all other robbery of his estate.

The people bent their knees as he passed; not a few--women with babies in their shawls, lads and girls--caught at his hand or hauberk's edge, to kiss it and get the virtue out of him that is known to reside in a king.

When he came within sight of the church he knelt and let his head sink down to his breast.

But his grief seemed to strike inwards like a frost; he stiffened and got up, and went forward.
No one would have guessed him a penitent then, who saw him mount the broad steps to meet his brother.