But the morning began to wear as he sat deep in these thoughts and still the Carline came not to him; and he thought:  “She leaveth me alone that I may do her bidding:  so will I without tarrying.”  And he arose and did on his hauberk and basnet, and girt his sword to his side, and went forth, a-foot as before.  He crossed the river by a wide ford and stepping stones somewhat below the pool wherein he had bathed on that first day; and already by then he had got so far, what with the fresh air of the beauteous morning, what with the cheerful tinkling of his sword and hauberk, he was somewhat amended of his trouble and heaviness of spirit.  A little way across the river, but nigher to the wood, was a house or cot of that country-folk, and an old woman sat spinning in the door.  So Ralph went up thither, and greeted her, and craved of her a draught of milk; so the goody turned about and cried out to one within, and there came forth one of the maidens whom Ralph had met fishing that other day, and the old woman bade her bring forth milk and bread.  Then the carline looked hard at Ralph, and said:  “Ah!  I have heard tell of thee:  thou art abiding the turn of the days up at the castle yonder, as others have done before thee.  Well, well, belike thou shalt have thy wish, though whether it shall be to thy profit, who shall say?”

Thereat Ralph’s heart fell again, and he said:  “Sayest thou, mother, that there have been others abiding like me in the tower?  I know not what thy words mean.”

The carline laughed.  “Well,” said she, “here comes thy morning’s bait borne by shapely hands enough; eat and drink first; and then will I tell thee my meaning.”

Therewith came the maiden forth with the bowl and the loaf; and indeed she was fair enough, and shy and kind; but Ralph heeded her little, nor was his heart moved by her at all.  She set a stool for him beside the door and he sat down and ate and drank, though his heart was troubled; and the maiden hung about, and seemed to find it no easy matter to keep her eyes off him.

Presently the carline, who had been watching the two, said:  “Thou askest of the meaning of my words; well, deemest thou that I have had more men than one to love me?” “I know not, mother,” said Ralph, who could scarce hold himself patient.  “There now!” quoth the carline, “look at my damsel! (she is not my daughter, but my brother’s,) there is a man, and a brisk lad too, whom she calleth her batchelor, and is as I verily deem well-pleased with him:  yet lo you how she eyeth thee, thou fair man, and doth so with her raiment that thou mayst best see how shapely she is of limb and foot, and toyeth her right hand with her left wrist, and the like.—­Well, as for me, I have had more lovers than one or two.  And why have I had just so many and no more?  Nay, thou needest not make any long answer to me.  I am old now, and even before I was old I was not young:  I am now foul of favour, and even before I became foul, I was not so fair—­well then?”