Nought spake Ralph for a while till Roger came close up to him and said:  “Whither shall we betake us, fair lord? hast thou an inkling of the road whereon lies thine errand?”

Now to Ralph this seemed but mockery, and he answered sharply:  “I wot not, thou wilt lead whither thou wilt, even as thou hast trained me hitherward with lies and a forged tale.  I suppose thou wilt lead me now by some roundabout road to the stronghold of the Dry Tree.  It matters little, since thou durst not lead me back into the Burg.  Yet now I come to think of it, it is evil to be alone with a found out traitor and liar; and I had belike have done better to go with their company.”

“Nay nay,” quoth Roger, “thou art angry, and I marvel not thereat; but let thy wrath run off thee if thou mayest; for indeed what I have told thee of myself and my griefs is not all mere lying.  Neither was it any lie that thou wert in peril of thy life amongst those tyrants of the Burg; thou with thy manly bearing, and free tongue, and bred, as I judge, to hate cruel deeds and injustice.  Such freedom they cannot away with in that fellowship of hard men-at-arms; and soon hadst thou come to harm amongst them.  And further, let alone that it is not ill to be sundered from yonder company, who mayhap will have rough work to do or ever they win home, I have nought to do to bring thee to Hampton under Scaur if thou hast no will to go thither:  though certes I would lead thee some whither, whereof thou shalt ask me nought as now; yet will I say thereof this much, that there thou shalt be both safe and well at ease.  Now lastly know this, that whatever I have done, I have done it to do thee good and not ill; and there is also another one, whom I will not name to thee, who wisheth thee better yet, by the token of those two strokes stricken by thee in the Wood Perilous before yesterday was a day.”

Now when Ralph heard those last words, such strong and sweet hope and desire stirred in him to see that woman of the Want-ways of the Wood Perilous that he forgat all else, except that he must nowise fall to strife with Roger, lest they should sunder, and he should lose the help of him, which he now deemed would bring him to sight of her whom he had unwittingly come to long for more than aught else; so he spake to Roger quietly and humbly:  “Well, faring-fellow, thou seest how I am little more than a lad, and have fallen into matters mighty and perilous, which I may not deal with of my own strength, at least until I get nigher to them so that I may look them in the eyes, and strike a stroke or two on them if they be at enmity with me.  So I bid thee lead me whither thou wilt, and if thou be a traitor to me, on thine own head be it; in good sooth, since I know nought of this wood and since I might go astray and so come back to the Burg where be those whom thou hast now made my foemen, I am content to take thee on thy word, and to hope the best of thee, and ask no question of thee, save whitherward.”