it makes me so happy to talk to you, Simon. Young men
understand what is really important so much better than their elders."

"Sire, I would do anything you asked of me." On a sudden impulse, Simon
fell to his knees on the sand and seized Louis's bony hand and kissed
it.

Louis gripped his arms and raised him. Simon felt surprising strength in
Louis's hands.

"Do not kneel to me, Simon," said the king, and Simon saw that his eyes
were brimming with tears. "But it would mean so much to me if you, of
all men, would take the cross."

_If I, of all men--_

Simon understood. Louis was thinking of Amalric de Gobignon, whose
treachery fourteen years earlier had been the final blow to Louis's
crusade into Egypt. The king's life had been shadowed ever since, Simon
knew, by the memory of an entire army lost in the sands by the Nile and
by his failure to win Jerusalem.

_And no matter that I am not really the son of Amalric. If I inherited
his title, his lands, and his power, I must inherit his shame too. And
atone for it._

Louis was still holding Simon's arms. The light blue eyes froze him with
their stare.

"I have sworn to liberate Jerusalem. I will do it, or I will die. If I
cannot have the help of the Tartars, I will still go. If every knight
and man-at-arms in Christendom refused to go with me--if I had to go
alone--I would still go."

_God help me, you will never have to go alone as long as I live. If you
go on crusade, I will go too._

_But there must be a Tartar alliance. There must!_

"Let us walk back over to the city and to breakfast, Simon," said Louis.
"Marguerite and Charles will be waiting for us."

As they walked to the bridge of Avignon, preceded and followed at a
discreet distance by the king's guards in blue and silver tunics, Simon
felt himself torn. He wanted to please King Louis, and he wanted to
redeem the name of his house. But must he live out his whole life
expiating the crimes of Amalric de Gobignon, who was not even his real
father?

_Roland and Nicolette laid a heavy burden on me when they brought me
into the world_, he thought bitterly.

Again he thought of Sophia. If he could persuade her to come and dwell
with him at Gobignon, he could forget the shame of Amalric and live
simply and in peace, a happy man.

* * * * *

Since high matters of state were to be discussed here, over breakfast in
the private dining room of the palace of the bishop of Av