CHAPTER XXIII--THE CANKERED OAK GALL 



That Walter was no fool, though that him list To change his wif, for it was for the best; For she is fairer, so they demen all, Than his Griselde, and more tendre of age. 

CHAUCER, The Clerke's Tale. 

It was on an early autumn evening when the belfry stood out beautiful against the sunset sky, and the storks with their young fledglings were wheeling homewards to their nest on the roof, that Leonard was lying on the deep oriel window of the guest-chamber, and Grisell sat opposite to him with a lace pillow on her lap, weaving after the pattern of Wilton for a Church vestment. 

"The storks fly home," he said. "I marvel whether we have still a home in England, or ever shall have one!" 

"I heard tell that the new King of France is friendly to the Queen and her son," said Grisell. 

"He is near of kin to them, but he must keep terms with this old Duke who sheltered him so long. Still, when he is firm fixed on his throne he may yet bring home our brave young Prince and set the blessed King on his throne once more." 

"Ah! You love the King." 

"I revere him as a saint, and feel as though I drew my sword in a holy cause when I fight for him," said Leonard, raising himself with glittering eyes. 

"And the Queen?" 

"Queen Margaret! Ah! by my troth she is a dame who makes swords fly out of their scabbards by her brave stirring words and her noble mien. Her bright eyes and undaunted courage fire each man's heart in her cause till there is nothing he would not do or dare, ay, or give up for her, and those she loves better than herself, her husband, and her son." 
What time of year is it?
Where are they?
Where in the chamber?
Who is nice to the royalty?
Who needs to be brought back?
What are their feelings towards the new leader?
And the female?
Where do they hope to still have a home?
What is she holding?
What animal are they watching in the air?
Autumn
arly autumn even
A guest-chamber
of the guest-chamber, 
in the window
 the deep oriel window of the guest-chamber, 
The King ofFrance
the new King of France 
the Prince
bring home our brave young Prince
they love him
Ah! You love the King
She is a dame
Ah! by my troth she is a dame 
England
we have still a home in England
a pillow
 him with a lace pillow on her lap
storke
"The storks fly home,"