36/58 I am winter fruit,"[1236] he said of himself. In his captivity, he suffered without hope, knowing that on his death-bed Henry V had recommended his brother not to give him up at any price.[1237] [Footnote 1236: _Les poesies de Charles d'Orleans_, ed. 145.] [Footnote 1237: A.Champollion-Figeac, _Louis et Charles, ducs d'Orleans, leur influence sur les arts, la litterature et l'esprit de leur siecle_, Paris, 1844, 1 vol.in 8vo, with an atlas, pp. 300-337.] Kind to others, kind to himself, he took refuge in his own thoughts, which were as bright and clear as his life was dark and sad. |