“Day after day the pretended friendship, the futile meetings, the useless conversations. Henry curbed his anger, showed a smiling face. And now it was early July, and he would endure it no longer. He rode out of Mantes in the early summer morning to meet Burgundy this last time, here and now, have his Yes or No. He stared unbelieving. Burgundy was gone; the Field of the Cat empty, pavilions and banners folded away. Nothing but litter and stamped earth. His face was so bleak, so b...itter beneath gay chaperon and high jewelled collar that no man dared speak; not even Beaufort who had had the handling of him as a boy. * * * God had given him the victory and he was frittering it away; he allowed them to play him one against the other, Burgundy and the Dauphin each dangling before his nose the lady Catherine. They should pay for it! All France should pay for it...except the girl.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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