“I will hearken it gladly,” said Richard.  And therewith they sat down in a window, for they were within doors in the hostel, and Ralph told all that had befallen him as plainly and shortly as he might; and when he had done, Richard said: 

“Thou has had much adventure in a short space, lord, and if thou mightest now refrain thy longing for that which is gone, and set it on that which is to come, thou mayest yet harden into a famous knight and a happy man.”  Said Ralph:  “Yea? now tell me all thy thought.”

Said Richard:  “My thought is that this lady who was slain, was scarce wholly of the race of Adam; but that at the least there was some blending in her of the blood of the fays.  Or how deemest thou?”

“I wot not,” said Ralph sadly; “to me she seemed but a woman, though she were fairer and wiser than other women.”  Said Richard:  “Well, furthermore, if I heard thee aright, there is another woman in the tale who is also fairer and wiser than other women?”

“I would she were my sister!” said Ralph.  “Yea,” quoth Richard, “and dost thou bear in mind what she was like?  I mean the fashion of her body.”  “Yea, verily,” said Ralph.

Again said Richard:  “Doth it seem to thee as if the Lady of the Dry Tree had some inkling that thou shouldst happen upon this other woman:  whereas she showed her of the road to the Well at the World’s End, and gave her that pair of beads, and meant that thou also shouldest go thither?  And thou sayest that she praised her,—­her beauty and wisdom.  In what wise did she praise her? how came the words forth from her? was it sweetly?”

“Like honey and roses for sweetness,” said Ralph.  “Yea,” said Richard, “and she might have praised her in such wise that the words had came forth like gall and vinegar.  Now I will tell thee of my thought, since we be at point of sundering, though thou take it amiss and be wroth with me:  to wit, that thou wouldst have lost the love of this lady as time wore, even had she not been slain:  and she being, if no fay, yet wiser than other women, and foreseeing, knew that so it would be.”  Ralph brake in:  “Nay, nay, it is not so, it is not so!” “Hearken, youngling!” quoth Richard; “I deem that it was thus.  Her love for thee was so kind that she would have thee happy after the sundering:  therefore she was minded that thou shouldest find the damsel, who as I deem loveth thee, and that thou shouldest love her truly.”

“O nay, nay!” said Ralph, “all this guess of thine is naught, saying that she was kind indeed.  Even as heaven is kind to them who have died martyrs, and enter into its bliss after many torments.”

And therewith he fell a-weeping at the very thought of her great kindness:  for indeed to this young man she had seemed great, and exalted far above him.