Redhead grinned, and said:  “Well, as to Otter, that is all true; but as for Lord Bull it is another matter; I wot not but his kindred may be as good or better than any in these east parts.  In any case, he hath his kin and long descent full often in his mouth, while I am but a gangrel body.  Howbeit it is all one, whereas whatso he or Otter bid any man to do, he doeth it, but my bidding may be questioned at whiles.  And look you, lord, times are not ill, so wherefore should I risk a change of days?  Sooth to say, both these great lords have done well by me.”

Ralph laughed:  “And better will they do, as thou deemest; give thee Agatha, to wit?” “Yea, fair sir,” quoth Redhead.  “No great gift, that seemeth to me, for thy valiancy,” said Ralph; “she is guileful enough and loose enough for a worse man than thee.”

“Lord,” said Redhead, “even of her thou shalt say what pleaseth thee; but no other man shall say of her what pleaseth me not.  For all that is come and gone she is true and valiant, and none may say that she is not fair and sweet enough for a better man than me; and my great good luck it is that, as I hope, she looketh no further for a better.”

Ursula said:  “Is it so, perchance, that now she is free and hath naught to fear, she hath no need for guile?” “Hail to thee for thy word, lady,” quoth Redhead; and then he was silent, glooming somewhat on Ralph.

But Ralph said:  “Nay, my friend, I meant no harm, but I was wondering what had befallen to bring you two so close together.”

“It was fear and pain, and the helping of each other that wrought it,” said Redhead.  Said Ursula:  “Good Captain, how was it that she escaped the uttermost of evil at the tyrant’s hands? since from all that I have heard, it must needs be that he laid the blame on her (working for her mistress) of my flight from Utterbol.”

“Even so it was, lady,” said Redhead; “but, as thou wottest belike, she had got it spread abroad that she was cunning in sorcery, and that her spell would not end when her life ended; nay, that he to whom her ghost should bear ill-will, and more especially such an one as might compass her death, should have but an ill time of it while he lived, which should not be long.  This tale, which, sooth to say, I myself helped to spread, the Lord of Utterbol trowed in wholly, so cunningly was it told; so that, to make a long story short, he feared her, and feared her more dead than living.  So that when he came home, and found thee gone, lady, he did indeed deem that thy flight was of Agatha’s contrivance.  And this the more because his nephew (he whom thou didst beguile; I partly guess how) told him a made-up tale how all was done by the spells of Agatha.  For this youth was of all men, not even saving his uncle, most full of malice; and he hated Agatha, and would have had her suffer the uttermost of torments and he to be standing by the while; howbeit his malice overshot itself, since his tale made her even more of a witch than the lord deemed before.”