"Sits the wind in that corner, wench?" said the Queen, much
relieved by this intelligence. "Believe me that, great commander
as he is, Richard will find it hard to circumvent us in this
matter, and that, as the Pyrenean shepherds are wont to say in my
native Navarre, Many a one comes for wool, and goes back shorn."
Having possessed herself of all the information which Calista
could communicate, the royal Berengaria arrayed herself in her
most becoming dress, and awaited with confidence the arrival of
the heroic Richard.
He arrived, and found himself in the situation of a prince
entering an offending province, in the confidence that his
business will only be to inflict rebuke, and receive submission,
when he unexpectedly finds it in a state of complete defiance and
insurrection. Berengaria well knew the power of her charms and
the extent of Richard's affection, and felt assured that she
could make her own terms good, now that the first tremendous
explosion of his anger had expended itself without mischief.
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