Marjorie Bowen,
The Great Emprise
(1910)
“ Johan of Gaunt hesitated a moment, with a challenging expression in his violet eyes, then passed on disdainfully, and in a blind and absorbed passion of hopelessness and bitterness he stared at the arms of England, carved in the wall at the end of the gallery, and traced with his forefinger the threads of gold in the arras that hung over the door. When he looked round again, almost fearfully, he saw that Sir Maryon, with an anxious face, was pacing up and down the shining boards, and that the two princes were whispering together over the chess-board. ”
