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 Thinking of Aelis, whom he loved heart and soul To find her half alone, Montfort away, And a brown, placid, hated woman visiting her, Spoiling his visit, with a year before the next one. Little enough? Or carry him forward. "Go through all the courts, My Magnet," Bertrand had said.

We came to Ventadour In the mid love court, he sings out the canzon, No one hears save Arrimon Luc D'Esparo— No one hears aught save the gracious sound of compliments. Sir Arrimon counts on his fingers, Montfort, Rochecouart, Chalais, the rest, the tactic, Malemort, guesses beneath, sends word to Cœur de Lion:

The compact, de Born smoked out, trees felled About his castle, cattle driven out! Or no one sees it, and En Bertrans prospered?

And ten years after, or twenty, as you will, Arnaut and Richard lodge beneath Chalus: The dull round towers encroaching on the field, The tents tight drawn, horses at tether Further and out of reach, the purple night,