It was thus she showed her best, when with fixed eyes and a frigid smile she stood above the court, an unapproachable glittering star set in the clear sky of a night to give men hopes of an ordered heaven.

It was thus Bertran de Born had seen her, when for a time his hot and wrong heart was at rest, and he could look on a creature of this world without desire to mar it.
Half in mockery, half in love, he called her Frozen Heart.

Later on, you remember, he called Jehane Bel Vezer.

He was the nicknamer of Europe in his day.
So now, or almost so, he saw her new come from her father's side--a little flushed, but very much the great small lady, ma dame Berengere of Navarre.
'The sun shines upon my Frozen Heart,' said Bertran.

She gave him her hand to kiss.
'No heart of yours am I, Bertran,' she said; 'but chosen for a king.' 'A king, lady! Whom then ?' She answered, 'A king to be.