She followed him by camp and city, fearing no man's scorn, feeling no woman's reproach, for love's sake and his.
Yet at the last he cast her away, like an empty husk, and sailed over the seas to his own land.

She lived to wed the Sieur de Thouars and to become my mother." _"And for this will I reckon with his son William, Duke of Touraine."_ She ceased, and de Retz began to speak.
"By me this girl has been taught the deepest wisdom of the ancients.

I have delved deep in the lore of the ages that this maiden might be fitted for her task.

For I also, that am a marshal of France and of kin to my Lord Duke of Brittany, have a score to settle with William, Earl of Douglas, as hath also my master, Louis the Dauphin!" "It is enough," interjected Crichton the Chancellor, who had listened to the recital of the Lady Sybilla with manifest impatience, "it is the old story--the sins of the fathers are upon the children.

And this young man must suffer for those that went before him.