More than ten years after, when Richard I. was crowned King of England, one of his first acts was to make his mother regent in his absence. It was she who raised the money to outbid Philip of France when Coeur de Lion was to be ransomed. As one historian has said, she displayed qualities then and later, which prove that she spent her days in something besides needlework. She did not stay long at King's Barton, but one of Cornelys Bat's tapestries was always known as the Queen's Maze. In one way and another during the sixteen years of her captivity she learned nearly all that there was to know of the temper of the people and the nature of the land. [Illustration: THE MARIONETTES] THE MARIONETTES After the council comes the feast--and then Jongleurs and minstrels, and the sudden song That wakes the trumpets and the din of war,-- But now the Cæsar's mood is for a jest. Fellow--you juggler with the puppet-show, The Emperor permits you to come in. Ah, yes,--the five wise virgins--very fair. There certainly can be no harm in that. The bride, methinks, is somewhat like Matilda, Wife of Duke Henry whom they call the Lion. Aye, to be sure--the little hoods and cloaks All tricked out with the arms of Saxony. This way--be brisk now--to the banquet-hall. 'Tis clever--here come bride and bride-maidens With lights in silvern lanterns. Very good. Milan had puppet-shows, but none, I venture, So well set forth as this.... No Lombard here, He speaks pure French. Aha, the jester comes! A biting satire, yes, a merry jape,-- The Bear that aped the Lion! A good song, 'Twill please the Saxon, surely. Now, what next? Here come the foolish virgins all array'd In mourning veils, with little lamps revers'd. The merchant will not sell them any oil, The jester mocks them and the monk rebukes them,-- A shrewd morality. Aye,--loyalty, Truth, kindliness and mercy, and wise judgment Are the five precious oils to light a throne. A pretty compliment, a well-turned phrase! Woe to the foolish Virgins of the Lombards If we find lamps unlighted on our way! Then surely will the door of hope shut fast And in that outer darkness will be heard Weeping and howling.... So, is that the end? Hark, fellow, you have pleased the Emperor, This ring's the token. Take a message now That may be spoken by your wooden King,-- The master-mind regards all Christendom As but a puppet-show,--he pulls the strings, The others act and speak to suit his book,-- Aye, truly, a most excellent puppet-show! XVIII THE HURER'S LODGERS HOW THE POPPET OF JOAN, THE DAUGHTER OF THE CAPMAKER, WENT TO COURT AND KEPT A SECRET