But when they were gone Ralph asked Roger if he knew aught of them, or if they had told him aught.  “Nay,” said Roger, “they came in here as I sat alone, and had their meat, and spake nought to me, and little to each other.  I deem them not to be of the Burg.  Nay, sooth to say, I doubt if they be true men.”

As he spake came in a sort of the townsmen somewhat merry and noisy, and called for meat and drink and more lights; so that the board was brought and the hall was speedily astir.  These men, while supper was being dight, fell to talking to Ralph and Roger, and asking them questions of whence and whither, but nowise uncourteously:  to whom Roger answered with the tale which he had told Ralph, and Ralph told what he would, and that was but little.

But when the board was dight they bade them sit down with them and eat.  Ralph sat down at once, and Roger would have served him, but Ralph bade him do it not, and constrained him to sit by his side, and they two sat a little apart from the townsmen.

So when they had eaten their fill, and wine was brought, and men were drinking kindly, Ralph began to ask Roger concerning those women whom he had seen in the street, and the captives whom he had seen brought in by the host, and if they were of one kindred, and generally how it was with them:  and he spake somewhat softly as if he would not break into the talk of the townsmen:  but Roger answered him in a loud voice so that all could hear: 

“Yea, lord, I will tell thee the tale of them, which setteth forth well both the wise policy and the great mercy of the folk of the Burg and their rulers.”

Said Ralph:  “Are these women also of the Dry Tree? 
For I perceive them to be born of the foes of the Burg.”

Now the townsmen had let their talk drop a while to listen to the talk of the aliens; and Roger answered still in a loud voice:  “Nay, nay, it is not so.  These queens are indeed war-taken thralls, but not from them of the Dry Tree, or they would have been slain at once, like as the carles of those accursed ones.  But these are of the folk of the Wheat-wearers, even as those whom thou sawest brought to-day amidst the other spoil.  And to this folk the Burg showeth mercy, and whenso the host goeth against them and over-cometh (and that is well-nigh whenever they meet) these worthy lords slay no woman of them, but the men only, whether they be old or young or youngest.  As for their women they are brought hither and sold at the market-cross to the highest bidder.  And this honour they have, that such of them as be fair, and that is the more part of the younger ones, fetch no ill penny.  Yet for my part I were loth to cheapen such wares:  for they make but evil servants, being proud, and not abiding stripes lightly, or toiling the harder for them; and they be somewhat too handy with the knife if they deem themselves put upon.  Speak I sooth, my masters?” quoth he, turning toward them of the town.