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The steep windings of the cliff stairway seemed to lift him on wings. Never had the climb to the sunset seemed so short. More than a month had passed since he had ridden away from Dieu d'Amour with his lord. Affairs were treated deliberately in these subtle half-Oriental lands, and it was hinted, moreover, that the negotiations were prolonged because John of Yvetot found the change agreeable from sleepy Kyrenia to the great sea-port, and certain eyes there brighter and younger than the queen's.
But here the two of them were back at last, the knight and his page, and the long delay, if little to the queen's liking, had served Godfrey's purpose unexpectedly. In a month, if one had two or three of the royal jewels in one's scrip, and a shrewd Norman head on one's shoulders, there were many things that even a young lad could accomplish, and certain people one could come to an understanding with. Godfrey felt he had reason to be proud of his cleverness, and rode back to Dieu d'Amour with so light a heart that he hardly felt the heat and fatigue of the way.