He made an end; and Ralph kept silence and pondered the matter.  But Roger lifted up his head and broke in, and said:  “Yea, yea! that is it:  we are all become men of peace, we riders of the Dry Tree!” And he laughed withal, but as one nowise best pleased.

But as Ralph was gathering his words together, and Ursula was looking up to him with trouble in her face again, came a man of the thorp rushing into the hall, and cried out:  “O, my lords! there are weaponed men coming forth from the thicket.  Save us, we pray you, for we are ill-weaponed and men of peace.”

Roger laughed, and said:  “Eh, good man!  So ye want us back again?  But my Lord Ralph, and thou Richard, and thou Stephen, come ye to the shot-window here, that giveth on to the forest.  We are high up here, and we shall see all as clearly as in a good mirror.  Hast thou shut the gates, carle?” “Yea, Lord Roger,” quoth he, “and there are some fifty of us together down in the base-court.”

Ralph and Richard and Stephen looked forth from the shot window, and saw verily a band of men riding down the bent into the thorp, and Ralph, who as aforesaid was far-sighted and clear-sighted, said:  “Yea, it is strange:  but without doubt these are riders of the Dry Tree; and they seem to me to be some ten-score.  Thou Stephen, thou Roger, what is to hand?  Is your Captain wont to give a gift and take it back...and somewhat more with it?” Stephen looked abashed at his word; and Roger hung his head again.

But therewith the Sage drew up to them and said:  “Be not dismayed, Lord Ralph.  What wert thou going to say to the Champions when this carle brake in?”

“This,” said Ralph, “that I thanked the Dry Tree heartily for its gift, but that meseemed it naught wise to leave this stronghold disgarnished of men till I can come or send back from Upmeads.”

Stephen’s face cleared at the word, and he said:  “I bid thee believe it, lord, that there is no treason in our Captain’s heart; and that if there were I would fight against him and his men on thy behalf.”  And Roger, though in a somewhat surly voice, said the like.

Ralph thought a little, and then he said:  “It is well; go we down and out of gates to meet them, that we may the sooner get on our way to Upmeads.”  And without more words he went up to Ursula and took her hand and went out of the hall, and down the rock-cut stair, and all they with him.  And when they came into the Base-court, Ralph spoke to the carles of the thorp, who stood huddled together sore afeard, and said:  “Throw open the gates.  These riders who have so scared you are naught else than the Champions of the Dry Tree who are coming back to their stronghold that they may keep you sure against wicked tyrants who would oppress you.”

The carles looked askance at one another, but straightway opened the gates, and Ralph and his company went forth, and abode the new-comers on a little green mound half a bowshot from the Castle.  Ralph sat down on the grass and Ursula by him, and she said:  “My heart tells me that these Champions are no traitors, however rough and fierce they have been, and still shall be if occasion serve.  But O, sweetheart, how dear and sweet is this sunlit greensward after yonder grim hold.  Surely, sweet, it shall never be our dwelling?”