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Court before,’ he said.
    ‘It is not surprising since I am lately come,’ she answered.
    ‘And what think you of it?’
    ‘It is a sad Court in a way. The threat of the English invaders hangs over it still.’
    ‘Ah yes,’ he sighed. ‘But it has improved has it not? In the last two years there has been change.’
    ‘A slow change,’ said Agnès.
    ‘And you think it should be quicker?’
    ‘But of course, my lord.’
    ‘The King should bestir himself, you think?’
    ‘Aye, that he should. He should rid himself of ministers who impede him, and act for himself.’
    ‘You are not of the Court, but lately come, you say, yet you tell the King’s minsters how they should act.’
    ‘Not his ministers. But I think the King should rouse himself. He should take the governing of the country in hand. He should be a King in truth.’
    ‘Which he is not at the moment?’
    ‘As you said I am a simple girl from the country, but I listen, I think; and I know what has happened. We had a brief glory when the Maid came and drove the besiegers from Orléans and had the Dauphin made King at Rheims...and then...’
    ‘Yes, my lady, and then?’
    ‘Then it stopped.’
    ‘There were no more miracles, you mean. The Maid lost her powers and then the English burned her as a witch.’
    ‘They should never have been allowed to.’
    ‘Nay, you speak truth there. And do you think that is why God no longer seems on the side of the French?’
    ‘He is not on the side of the English either.’
    ‘In fact He has shut the gates of Heaven and is leaving us to our own devices.’
    ‘I think...’
    ‘Yes, my lady, what do you think?’
    ‘I think that God would help France again if France helped herself
    She stood up.
    ‘So you are going now?’
    ‘Yes, I must return to my charges.’
    ‘Who are your charges?’
    ‘The children of the Duchess of Lorraine. Yolande and Margaret.’
    ‘So you are in that lady’s train. Shall you be in the gardens tomorrow?’
    She looked at him steadily.
    ‘I would be here, if you wished it.’
    ‘That is gracious of you.’
    She laughed then. ‘Nay, all would say it is gracious of you. I know who you are. Sire.’
    He was amazed. She had not behaved as though in the presence of the King. And all the time she had known him!
    She was quite unabashed by her own temerity. ‘I have known you long,’ she said. ‘I thought of you often...during the difficult days. I should have been very happy to have been at Rheims on the day they crowned you.’
    ‘You are a strange girl,’ he said. ‘What is your name?’
    ‘It is Agnès Sorel.’
    ‘Agnès Sorel,’ he repeated. ‘I have enjoyed our talk. I shall see you again.’
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    She saw him again. He was attracted by her. She was in the first place outstandingly beautiful, and in a serene way, quite different from the flamboyant beauties of his Court. She cared about the country. That was what amazed him. There was no sign of coquetry. She must have thought him extremely ugly, which he undoubtedly was, and old too, for he appeared to be older than his years and she was very young. He was astonished by how much she knew of the country’s affairs.
    By the end of the second meeting he was more fascinated than he had been at the first. Her frank manner, her complete indifference to his royalty enchanted him. He could not stop looking at her. He discovered she was more beautiful every time he saw her. But chiefly he discovered a peace in her company which he had never known before.
    He talked to the woman he admired more than any other. She was his mother-in-law Yolande of Anjou who was a frequent visitor at the Court and who had been one of his closest friends ever since he had known her. He was closer to her than to his wife. He was in fact glad that he had married Marie because the marriage had brought him Yolande.
    ‘Do you know the young girl who travelled in your daughter-in-law’s train? She is in charge of the little girls.’
    ‘Oh, Agnès,