I can do it!" Of the seated great ones only the Queen's spirit appeared to answer his.
He seemed to enchant her, to take her with him.

But the King's cool face regarded him with something like dislike.

He spoke in an edged voice.
"Saint Christopher asked no great wage.

That is the point, Master Christopherus, so let us to it! At last the Queen and I say 'We agree' to this enterprise, which may bring forth fruit or may not, or may mean mere empty loss of ships and men and of our monies! Yet we say 'yea.' But we do not say 'yea ', Master Christopherus, to the too great ferry fee which you ask! I say 'ask', but verily the tone is of command!" The man whom they called Master Christopherus made a slow, wide gesture of deprecation.

The Archbishop took the word.