N. Hudson Moore,
Deeds of Daring Done by Girls
(1906)
“ I cried, “oh, mistress, come.”“Nay, help me to save him, Jehan,” was what she whispered back.Her fair veil shrivelled with the heat, the flying slivers blistered her arms and neck. Cries of “The King, the King, save the King,” grew loud and louder. Queen Isabeau fainted, yet my brave Duchess stood there till every flying spark had been stamped out, holding gathered about her the heavy velvet robe. When at last the fire was all subdued, she threw aside the blue robe that had been so fair, and there under its scorched folds, in his monstrous suit of tow, knelt the King, safe and unharmed. ”
