“Nay,” said the Lady, “Nay; my heart tells me that it will not be so; for I have seen him, that he is of higher kind than we be; as if he were a god come down to us, who if he might not cast his love upon a goddess, would disdain to love an earthly woman, little-minded and in whom perfection is not.”  Therewith the tears began to run from her eyes; but Agatha looked on her with a subtle smile and said:  “O my Lady! and thou hast scarce seen him!  And yet I will not say but that I understand this.  But as to the matter of a goddess, I know not.  Many would say that thou sitting on thine ivory chair in thy golden raiment, with thy fair bosom and white arms and yellow hair, wert not ill done for the image of a goddess; and this young man may well think so of thee.  However that may be, there is something else I will say to thee; (and thou knowest that I speak the truth to thee—­most often—­ though I be wily).  This is the word, that although thou hast time and again treated me like the thrall I am, I deem thee no ill woman, but rather something overgood for Utterbol and the dark lord thereof.”

Now sat the Lady shaken with sobs, and weeping without stint; but she looked up at that word and said:  “Nay, nay, Agatha, it is not so.  To-day hath this man’s eyes been a candle to me, that I may see myself truly; and I know that though I am a queen and not uncomely, I am but coarse and little-minded.  I rage in my household when the whim takes me, and I am hot-headed, and masterful, and slothful, and should belike be untrue if there were any force to drive me thereto.  And I suffer my husband to go after other women, and this new thrall is especial, so that I may take my pleasure unstayed with other men whom I love not greatly.  Yes, I am foolish, and empty-headed, and unclean.  And all this he will see through my queenly state, and my golden gown, and my white skin withal.”

Agatha looked on her curiously, but smiling no more.  At last she said:  “What is to do, then? or must I think of something for thee?”

“I know not, I know not,” said the Lady between her sobs; “yet if I might be in such case that he might pity me; belike it might blind his eyes to the ill part of me.  Yea,” she said, rising up and falling walking to and fro swiftly, “if he might hurt me and wound me himself, and I so loving him.”

Said Agatha coldly:  “Yes, Lady, I am not wily for naught; and I both deem that I know what is in thine heart, and that it is good for something; and moreover that I may help thee somewhat therein.  So in a few days thou shalt see whether I am worth something more than hard words and beating.  Only thou must promise in all wise to obey me, though I be the thrall, and thou the Lady, and to leave all the whole matter in my hands.”

Quoth the Lady:  “That is easy to promise; for what may I do by myself?”

Then Agatha fell pondering a while, and said thereafter:  “First, thou shalt get me speech with my Lord, and cause him to swear immunity to me, whatsoever I shall say or do herein.”  Said the Lady:  “Easy is this.  What more hast thou?”