"You do not seem to understand what I am saying, Father."

Raymond d Aix s voice was quiet,but his pale eyes were like

glittering ice in his thin, dark face. "You cannot have me

without accepting Alys of Marlowe as my wife."

"Marriages made in haste by silly boys can be annulled,"

Alphonse d Alx replied sharply.

"I am not married to Alys. Her father is a most upright and

honorable man. He would not even permit a betrothal between

us until your permission could be obtained," Raymond said.

Alphonse stared at his son. Raymond had always been long

and lean, and now he was painfully thin. Despite what should

have been a good night s sleep, bruised-looking patches

showed beneath his eyes. It was clear that he had traveled far

and hard with insufficient rest. He had arrived on the preceding

evening with ten guardsmen and a master-at-arms, all of them

haggard from hard riding. Little information could be gleaned

from any of them beyond the fact that they had come all the

way from England in about eighteen days, which Alphonse did

not doubt. The good horses they rode were hardly more than

scarecrows, and the men were glazed and gray with fatigue.

Raymond had wolfed down the food provided for him,

patted his hysterical mother and sisters kindly, and told his

father be had important matters to discuss with him but would

leave them to the next day, as he was half-dead for need of

sleep. Alphonse had made no objections. First, it was obvious

that Raymond was exhausted, but more than that kept Al-

phonse quiet. There was something different about Raymond,

something in the assurance of his voice when he said tomor-

row, and something in the way he treated his mother ancF

sisters. He was kind---that had not changed----but there was

also contempt in the looks he bent on them.

This morning both the assurance and the contempt had

shown again, but they were veiled under consideration as