“long and weary march.” It made her feel rather like a soldier. She had also a quaint sense of being a hostess in the attic.
“If I lived in a castle,” she argued, “and Ermengarde was the lady of another castle, and came to see me, with knights and squires and vassals riding with her, and pennons flying, when I heard the clarions sounding outside the drawbridge I should go down to receive her, and I should spread feasts
“long and weary march.” It made her feel rather like a soldier. She had also a quaint sense of being a hostess in the attic.
“If I lived in a castle,” she argued, “and Ermengarde was the lady of another castle, and came to see me, with knights and squires and vassals riding with her, and pennons flying, when I heard the clarions sounding outside the drawbridge I should go down to receive her, and I should spread feasts
