Ever the reliable brother, Geoffrey called upon Constance in the morning. He expected a stern warning about his habits with the ladies of the court, but she likely knew that in all other matters, Geoffrey would do his proper best to acquit himself with honor and propriety for the good of both their houses.

Geoffrey spends a long while searching through the tent city with no sight of the pennants of Chester or Brittany. Momentarily flummoxed, he is soon pointed the way to the palace by a passing monk. It seems dear sister Constance is living high on the hog over there.