Next day they went forth through the country wherethrough Morfinn had led Ralph into captivity; and Redhead rode warily; for there were many passes which looked doubtful:  but whether the ill men feared to meddle with them, or however it were, none waylaid them, and they all came safely to the gate of Goldburg, the towers whereof were full of folk looking forth on them.  So they displayed their pennon, and rode into the street, where folk pressed about them in friendly wise; for the new Lord of Utterbol had made firm and fast peace with Goldburg.  So they rode to the hostel, and gat them victual, and rested in peace that night.  But Ralph wondered whether the Queen would send for him when she heard of his coming back again, and he hoped that she would let him be; for he was ashamed when he thought of her love for him, and how that he had clean forgotten her till he was close to Goldburg again.

But when morning was come Ralph spake to Redhead and asked him how he should do to wage men for the homeward journey on thence; and Redhead said:  “I have already seen the Clerk of the Porte, and he will be here in an hour with the license for thee to wage men to go with thee to Cheaping Knowe.  As for me, I must needs go see the King, and give him a letter sealed by my lord’s hand; and when I come back from him, I will go round to the alehouses which be haunted of the men-at-arms to see after strong carles for thine avail.  But to the King hast thou no need to go, save he send for thee, whereas thou art not come hither to chaffer, and he needeth not men of war.”

Ralph stared at him and said:  “The King, sayst thou? is there no Queen of Goldburg?” Said Redhead:  “There is the King’s wedded wife, but her they call not Queen, but Lady.”  “But the Queen that was,” said Ralph, “where is she then?” “Yea truly,” said Redhead, “a Queen sat alone as ruler here a while ago; but whether she died, or what befell her, I know nothing.  I had little to do with Goldburg till our lord conquered Utterbol.  Lo here the host! he may tell thee the tale thereof.”

Therewith he departed, and left Ralph with the host, whom Ralph questioned of the story, for his heart was wrung lest such a fair woman and so friendly should have come to harm.

So the host sat down by Ralph and said:  “My master, this is a tale which is grievous to us:  for though the saints forbid I should say a word against my lord that is now, nor is there any need to, yet we deemed us happy to be under so dear a lady and so good and fair as she was.  Well, she is gone so that we wot not whether she be living or dead.  For so it is that in the early spring, somewhat more than a year ago that is, one morning when folk arose, the Queen’s place was empty.  Riding and running there was about and about, but none the more was she found.  Forsooth as time wore, tales were told of what wise she left us, and why:  but she was gone.  Well, fair sir, many deemed that though her lineage was known by seeming, yet she was of the fairy, and needed neither steed nor chariot to go where she would.  But her women and those that knew her best, deemed that whatso she were, she had slain herself, as they thought, for some unhappiness of love.  For indeed she had long gone about sad and distraught, though she neither wept, nor would say one word of her sorrow, whatsoever it might be.