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THE walls of Loudeac melted away amid the green as the Sieur de Tinteniac's party turned eastward along the forest-way to Josselin. They had taken a Loudeac shepherd with them as a guide, for there were many branching ways amid the woods, and it was easy to go astray amid that wilderness of oaks and beeches. Tinteniac sent his two esquires forward with the three men-at-arms, the two La Bellière servants coming next with the mules, and Tiphaïne's woman upon her palfrey, while Tinteniac, the tall carack of the fleet, sailed beside the Vicomte's daughter, his shield flashing gold and gules towards the morning sun.
No healthy male is without vanity, and Tinteniac, despite the serenity of his pride, had taken some of Tiphaïne's words to heart. It was peculiar to her, this power of hers of establishing her ideals in the minds of others-foreign gods in a foreign sanctuary. A gesture, an expression of the eyes, a few movements of the lips, and her own intensity of soul poured out its inspiration upon others. She had all the passionate enthusiasm of youth, that fine fire that will not be damped by the cynicism of experience. And yet when she spoke it was without any intrusion of prejudice or self-will. Her heart force, her peerless sincerity, gave her this influence over the world about her.