A group of figures in Norman or medieval clothing, many of them knights. A woman on the left passively holds a knife in the air while looking at an unhelmeted, black-haired, moustached knight.

"My curse upon you, Black George." she cried.

I have often wondered whether I would have urged Wrexler to come with me if I had known what Rougemont would do to him. I think—looking back—that even if I could have glimpsed the future, I would have acted in the same way, and that I would have brought him to Rougemont to fulfill his destiny.

As the boat cut its swift way through the waters on its journey to France, I had no thought of this. Nor had Wrexler.