And there he lay in his bed, a broken man, worn out by a way of life which had been thrust upon him because of the antics of a wayward pig.

How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.

God do this, God don’t do that.” I thought God probably laughed at them too, unless He was a little annoyed by their temerity.

Oh, the shame that I suffer now . . . the shame of a vanquished King.” And those were the last words of Henry Plantagenet.