So then they rode out of the Square and through the streets to the North Gate, and much folk was abroad to look on them, and they blessed them as they went, both carles and queans; for the rumour was toward that there was riding a good and dear Lord and a Friend of the Well to get his own again from out of the hands of the aliens.

Herewith they ride a little trot through the Freedom of the Burg, and when they were clear of it they turned aside from the woodland highway whereon Ralph had erst ridden with Roger and followed the rides a good way till it was past noon, when they came into a very close thicket where there was but a narrow and winding way whereon two men might not ride abreast, and Roger said:  “Now, if we were the old Burgers, and the Dry Tree still holding the Scaur, we should presently know what steel-point dinner meaneth; if the dead could rise out of their graves to greet their foemen, we should anon be a merry company here.  But at last they learned the trick, and were wont to fetch a compass round about Grey Goose Thicket as it hight amongst us.”

“Well,” said Ralph, “but how if there by any waylaying us; the Burgers may be wiser still than thou deemest, and ye may have learned them more than thou art minded to think.”

“Nay,” said Roger, “I bade a half score turn aside by the thicket path on our left hands; that shall make all sure; but indeed I look for no lurkers as yet.  In a month’s time that may betide, but not yet; not yet.  But tell me, fair Sir, have ye any deeming of where thou mayst get thee more folk who be not afraid of the hard hand-play?  For Richard hath been telling me that there be tidings in the air.”

Said Ralph:  “If hope play me not false, I look to gather some stout carles of the Shepherd Country.”  “Yea,” said Roger, “but I shall tell thee that they have been at whiles unfriends of the Dry Tree.”  Said Ralph:  “I think they will be friends unto me.”  “Then it shall do well,” said Roger, “for they be good in a fray.”

So talked they as they rode, but ever Roger would give no heed to Ursula. but made as if he wotted not that she was there, though ever and anon Ralph would be turning back to speak to her and help her through the passes.

At last the thicket began to dwindle, and presently riding out of a little valley or long trench on to a ridge nearly bare of trees, they saw below them a fair green plain, and in the midst of it a great heap of grey rocks rising out of it like a reef out of the sea, and on the said reef, and climbing up as it were to the topmost of it, the white walls of a great castle, the crown whereof was a huge round tower.  At the foot of the ridge was a thorp of white houses thatched with straw scattered over a good piece of the plain.  The company drew rein on the ridge-top, and the Champions raised a great shout at the sight of their old strong-place; and Roger turned to Ralph and said:  “Fair Sir, how deemest thou of the Castle of the Scaur?” but Richard broke in:  “For my part, friend Roger, I deem that ye do like to people unlearned in war to leave the stronghold ungarnished of men.  This is a fool’s deed.”  “Nay, nay,” said Roger, “we need not be over-hasty, while it is our chief business to order the mingled folk of the Wheat-wearers and others who dwell in the Burg as now.”