“Yea,” said Ralph, “and is all this so ill?” Said Roger, “Meseems it is ill enough that there is no longer, rightly said, a Fellowship of the Dry Tree, though the men be alive who were once of that fellowship.”  “Nay,” said Ralph, “and why should they not make a new fellowship in the Burg, whereas they may well be peaceful, since they have come to their above of their foemen?”

“Yea,” said Roger slowly, “that is sooth; and so is this, that there in the Burg they are a strong band, with a captain of their own, and much worshipped of the peaceful folk; and moreover, though they be not cruel to torment helpless folk, or hard to make an end of all joy to-day, lest they lose their joy to-morrow, they now array all men in good order within the Burg, so that it shall be no easier for a foeman to win that erst it was.”

“What, man!” said Ralph, “then be of better cheer, and come thou with us, and may be the old steel of the champions may look on the sun down in Upmeads.  Come thou with me, I say, and show me and my luck to some of thy fellows who are dwelling in the Burg, and it may be when thou hast told my tale to them, that some of them shall be content to leave their beds cold for a while, that they may come help a Friend of the Well in his need.”

Roger sat silent as if he were pondering the matter, while Richard and the Sage, both of them, took up the word one after the other, and urged him to it.

At last he said:  “Well, so be it for this adventure.  Only I say not that I shall give up this hermitage and my holiness for ever.  Come thou aside, wise man of Swevenham, and I shall tell thee wherefore.”  “Yea,” said Ralph, laughing, “and when he hath told thee, tell me not again; for sure I am that he is right to go with us, and belike shall be wrong in his reason therefore.”

Roger looked a little askance at him, and he went without doors with the Sage, and when they were out of earshot, he said to him:  “Hearken, I would have gone with my lord at the first word, and have been fain thereof; but there is this woman that followeth him.  At every turn she shall mind me of our Lady that was; and I shall loath her, and her fairness and the allurements of her body, because I see of her, that she it is that hath gotten my Lady’s luck, and that but for her my Lady might yet have been alive.”

Said the Sage:  “Well quoth my lord that thou wouldst give me a fool’s reason!  What! dost not thou know, thou that knowest so much of the Lady of Abundance, that she it was who ordained this Ursula to be Ralph’s bedmate, when she herself should be gone from him, were she dead or alive, and that she also should be a Friend of the Well, so that he might not lack a fellow his life long?  But this thou sayest, not knowing the mind of our Lady, and how she loved him in her inmost heart.”

Roger hung his head and spake not for a while, and then he said:  “Well, wise man, I have said that I will go on this adventure, and I will smooth my tongue for this while at least, and for what may come hereafter, let it be.  And now we were best get to horse; for what with meat and minstrelsy, we have worn away the day till it wants but a little of noon.  Go tell thy lord that I am ready.  Farewell peace, and welcome war and grudging!”