Under the Privy Signet of the King himself--Sanchius Navarrensium Rex, Sapiens, Pater Patriae, Pius, Catholicus.' This done, and means taken for sure despatch, he sends for the virgin in question, and embracing her with one arm, holds her close to his knee.
'My child,' he says, 'you are to be wedded to the greatest prince now on life, the pattern of chivalry, the mirror of manly beauty, heir to a great throne.

What do you say to this ?' The virgin kept her eyes down; a very faint flush of rose troubled her cheek.
'I am in your hands, sire,' she said, whereupon Don Sancho enfolded her.
'You are in my arms, dear child,' he testified.

'Your lord will be King of England, Duke of Normandy and Aquitaine, Count of Anjou, Poictou, and Maine, and lord of some island in the western sea whose name I have forgotten.

He is also the subject of prophecy, which (as the Arabians know very well) declares that he will rule such an empire as Alexander never saw, nor the mighty Charles dreamed of.

Does this please you, my child ?' 'He is a very great lord,' said Berengere, 'and will be a great king.