And thy Joan stood beside him; he held her hand the while, as though he would show to all men that the heir of England was the natural protector of outraged womanhood, that the upholder of chivalry would stand to his colours, and be the champion of every distressed damsel throughout the length and the breadth of the land.  And the lady looked so proud and beautiful that I trow she might have had suitors and to spare in that hour; but the Prince, still holding her hand, told her father all the story of her plighted troth to thee —­ that truest troth plight of changeless love.  And he told him how that Basildene and all its treasure had been secured to thee, and asked him was he willing to give his daughter to the Lord of Basildene?  And Sir Hugh was but too glad that no more than this was asked of him, and in presence of the Prince and of us all he pledged his daughter’s hand to thee, I standing as thy proxy, as I have told thee.  And now thy Joan is well-nigh as fully thine as though ye had joined your hands in holy wedlock.  Thou hast naught to fear from her father’s act.  He is but too much rejoiced with the fashion in which all has turned out.  His word is pledged before the Prince; and moreover thou art the lord of Basildene and its treasure, and what more did he ever desire?  It was a share in that gold for which he would have sold his daughter.”

Raymond’s face took a new look, one of shrinking and pain.

“I like not that treasure, Gaston,” he said.  “It is like the price of blood.  I would that the King had taken it for his own.  It seemeth as though it could never bring a blessing with it.”

“Methinks it could in thy hands and Joan’s,” answered Gaston, with a fond, proud glance at his brother’s beautiful face; “and as the Prince truly said, since this scourge has swept through the land, claiming a full half of its inhabitants, it would be a hopeless task to try to discover the real owners; and moreover a part may be the Sanghurst store, which men have always said is no small thing, and which in very truth is now thine.  But thou canst speak to Father Paul of all that.  The Church will give thee holy counsel.  Methinks that gold in thy hands would ever be used so as to bring with it a blessing and not a curse.

“But come now with me to the Prince.  He greatly desires to see thee again.  He has not forgot thee, brother mine, nor that exploit of thine at the surrender of Calais.”

Father Paul was not at that time within the Monastery walls, his duties calling him hither and thither, sometimes in one land and sometimes in another.  Raymond had enjoyed a peaceful time of rest and mental refreshment with the good monks, but he was more than ready to go forth into the world again.  Quiet and study were congenial to him, but the life of a monk was not to his taste.  He saw clearly the evils to which such a calling was exposed, and how easy it was to forget the high ideal, and fall into self indulgence, idleness, and sloth.