“Look you, father,” said Ralph, “May it not have been more than one Lady of Abundance that thou hast seen in thy life-days; and that this one that now is, is the daughter’s daughter of the one whom thou first sawest—­ how sayest thou?” The carle laughed:  “Nay, nay,” said he, “It is not so:  never has there been another like to her in all ways, in body and voice, and heart and soul.  It is as I say, she is the same as she was always.”  “And when,” said Ralph, with a beating heart, “does she come hither?  Is it at some set season?” “Nay, from time to time, at all seasons,” said the carle; “and as fair she is when she goeth over the snow, as when her feet are set amidst the June daisies.”

Now was Ralph so full of wonder that he scarce knew what to say; but he bethought him of that fair waste on the other side of the forest, the country through which that wide river flowed, so he said:  “And that land north-away beyond the wildwood, canst thou tell me the tale of its wars, and if it were wasted in the same wars that tormented this land?” The carle shook his head:  “As to the land beyond this wood,” quoth he, “I know nought of it, for beyond the wood go we never:  nay, most often we go but a little way into it, no further than we can see the glimmer of the open daylight through its trees,—­the daylight of the land of Abundance—­ that is enough for us.”

“Well,” said Ralph, “I thank thee for the tale thou hast told me, and wish thee more years of peace.”

“And to thee, young man,” said the carle, “I wish a good wish indeed, to wit that thou mayest see the Lady of Abundance here before thou departest.”

His words once more made Ralph’s heart beat and his cheek flush, and he went back to the castle somewhat speedily; for he said to himself, after the folly of lovers, “Maybe she will be come even now, and I not there to meet her.”  Yet when he came to the castle-gate his heart misgave him, and he would not enter at once, but turned about to go round the wall by the north and west.  In the castle he saw no soul save the old dame looking out of the window and nodding to him, but in the pasture all about were neatherds and shepherds, both men and women; and at the north-west corner, whereas the river drew quite close to the wall, he came upon two damsels of the field-folk fishing with an angle in a quiet pool of the stream.  He greeted them, and they, who were young and goodly, returned his greeting, but were shamefaced at his gallant presence, as indeed was he at the thoughts of his heart mingled with the sight of their fairness.  So he passed on at first without more words than his greeting.  Yet presently he turned back again, for he longed to hear some word more concerning the Lady whose coming he abode.  They stood smiling and blushing as he came up to them again, and heeded their angles little.

Said Ralph:  “Fair maidens, do ye know at all when the Lady of the castle may be looked for?” They were slow to answer, but at last one said:  “No, fair sir, such as we know nothing of the comings and goings of great folk.”