Therewith he arose and strode up and down in the dusk, and Ralph wondered at him, yet hated him now not so much, since he deemed that the Lady would not love him, and that he was angered thereby.  Yet about Ralph’s heart there hung a certain fear of what should be.

But presently the knight came and sat down by him again, and again fell to speech with him, and said:  “Thou knowest that I may not slay thee, and yet thou sayest, fight with me; is this well done?” “Is it ill done?” said Ralph, “I wot not why.”

The knight was silent awhile, and then he said:  “With what words shall I beseech thee to depart while it is yet time?  It may well be that in days to come I shall be good to thee, and help thee.”

But Ralph said never a word.  Then said the knight, and sighed withal:  “I now see this of thee, that thou mayst not depart; well, so let it be!” and he sighed heavily again.  Then Ralph strove with himself, and said courteously:  “Sir, I am sorry that I am a burden irksome to thee; and that, why I know not, thou mayst not rid thyself of me by the strong hand, and that otherwise thou mayst not be rid of me.  What then is this woman to thee, that thou wouldst have me slay her, and yet art so fierce in thy love for her?” The Knight of the Sun laughed wrathfully thereat, and was on the point of answering him, when up came those two from the wounded man, and the Friar said:  “The knight shall do well; but well it is for him that the Lady of Abundance was here for his helping; for from her hands goeth all healing, as it was with the holy men of old time.  May the saints keep her from all harm; for meek and holy indeed she is, as oft we have heard it.”

The Lady put her hand on his shoulder, as if to bid him silence, and then set herself down on the grass beside the Knight of the Sun, and fell to talking sweetly and blithely to the three men.  The Friar answered her with many words, and told her of the deer and fowl of the wood and the water that he was wont to see nigh to his hermitage; for of such things she asked him, and at last he said:  “Good sooth, I should be shy to say in all places and before all men of all my dealings with God’s creatures which live about me there.  Wot ye what?  E’en now I had no thought of coming hitherward; but I was sitting amongst the trees pondering many things, when I began to drowse, and drowsing I heard the thornbushes speaking to me like men, and they bade me take my boat and go up the water to help a man who was in need; and that is how I came hither; benedicite.”

So he spake; but the Knight of the Sun did but put in a word here and there, and that most often a sour and snappish word.  As for Ralph, he also spake but little, and strayed somewhat in his answers; for he could not but deem that she spake softlier and kinder to him than to the others; and he was dreamy with love and desire, and scarce knew what he was saying.

Thus they wore away some two hours, the Friar or the Lady turning away at whiles to heed the wounded man, who was now talking wildly in his fever.