“Ill-luck!” said the Lord, “Why, I saw him that he was downright afraid of thee.  And if my men are to grow blenchers and soft-hearts what is to do then?  But tell me, Otter, what is the name of this carle?” Said Otter, “Redhead he hight, Lord.”  Said the Lord:  “And what like a man is he in a fray?” “Naught so ill, Lord,” said Otter.  “This time, like the rest of us, he knew not this gear.  It were scarce good to miss him at the next pinch.  It were enough if he had the thongs over his back a few dozen times; it will not be the first day of such cheer to him.”

“Ha!” said the Lord, “and what for, Otter, what for?” “Because he was somewhat rough-handed, Lord,” said Otter.  “Then shall we need him and use him some day.  Let him go scot free and do better another bout.  There is thy boon granted for thee, knight; and another day thou mayst ask something more.  And now shall David have a care of thee.  And when we come to Utterbol we shall see what is to be done with thee.”

Then Ralph rose up and thanked him, and David came forward, and led him to his tent.  And he was wheedling in his ways to him, as if Ralph were now become one who might do him great good if so his will were.

But the Lord went back again into the Tower.

As to the Lady, she abode in her pavilion amidst many fears and desires, till Agatha entered and said:  “My Lady, so far all has gone happily.”  Said the Lady:  “I deemed from the noise and the cry that he was doing well.  But tell me, how did he?” “My Lady,” quoth Agatha, “he knocked our folk about well-favouredly, and seemed to think little of it.”

“And Joyce,” said the Lady, “how did she?” “She looked a queen, every inch of her, and she is tall,” said Agatha:  “soothly some folk stared on her, but not many knew of her, since she is but new into our house.  Though it is a matter of course that all save our new-come knight knew that it was not thou that sat there.  And my Lord was well-pleased, and now he hath taken her by the hand and led her into the Tower.”

The Lady reddened and scowled, and said:  “And he... did he come anigh her?” “O yea,” said Agatha, “whereas he stood before my Lord a good while, and then kneeled to him to pray pardon for one of our men who had done ill in the tilting:  yea, he was nigh enough to her to touch her had he dared, and to smell the fragrance of her raiment.  And he seemed to think it good to look out of the corners of his eyes at her; though I do not say that she smiled on him.”  The Lady sprang up, her cheeks burning, and walked about angrily a while, striving for words, till at last she said:  “When we come home to Utterbol, my lord will see his new thrall again, and will care for Joyce no whit:  then will I have my will of her; and she shall learn, she, whether I am verily the least of women at Utterbol!  Ha! what sayest thou?  Now why wilt thou stand and smile on me?—­Yea, I know what is in thy thought; and in very sooth it is good that the dear youngling hath not seen this new thrall, this Ursula.  Forsooth, I tell thee that if I durst have her in my hands I would have a true tale out of her as to why she weareth ever that pair of beads about her neck.”