text:  And I promise you that at this moment if there be pillows sleepless yonder in the camp for the sake of the costly fragile toys called womankind those jackasses of lovelorn lads have cause to regret the sojourn of Queen Margaret in Belgium only as having brought forth from their castles in the Ardennes or the froggeries of the Low Country the indigenous divinities that I would were at this moment at the bottom of their muddy moats or of the Sambre flowing under yonder window!"-- "It is one of these Brabancon belles then who"-- Gabriel Nignio de Zuniga half rose from his chair as a signal for breaking off the communication he was not allowed to pursue in his own way