She was standing up by him now with her hand on his shoulder, “Hear now the darling, the champion! how he trusteth well in his heart and his right hand.  But nay, I have cared for thee well.  Hearken, if thou wilt not take it amiss that I tell thee all I do, good or evil.  I said a word in the ear of Silverfax or ever I departed, and now the good beast knows my mind, and will lead the fierce lord a little astray, but not too much, lest he follow us with his eager heart and be led by his own keen woodcraft.  Indeed, I left the horse behind to that end, else hadst thou ridden the woodland ways with me, instead of my wearying thee by our going afoot; and thou with thy weapons and wargear.”

He looked upon her tenderly, and said smiling:  “And thou, my dear, art thou not a little wearied by what should weary a knight and one bred afield?” “Nay,” she said, “seest thou not how I walk lightly clad, whereas I have left behind my mantle and cote-hardie?” Thereat she gathered up her gown into her girdle ready for the way, and smiled as she saw his eyes embrace the loveliness of her feet; and she spake as she moved them daintily on the flowery grass:  “Sooth to say, Knight, I am no weakling dame, who cannot move her limbs save in the dance, or to back the white palfrey and ride the meadows, goshawk on wrist; I am both well-knit and light-foot as the Wood-wife and Goddess of yore agone.  Many a toil hath gone to that, whereof I may tell thee presently; but now we were best on our way.  Yet before we go, I will at least tell thee this, that in my knowing of these woods, there is no sorcery at all; for in the woods, though not in these woods, was I bred; and here also I am at home, as I may say.”

Hand in hand then they went lightly through the hazel copse, and soon was the wood thick about them, but, as before, the Lady led unfalteringly through the thicket paths.  Now Ralph spake and said:  “It is good that thou lead me whither thou wilt; but this I may say, that it is clear to me that we are not on the way to the Castle of Abundance.”  “Even so,” said she; “indeed had I come to thee there, as I was minded, I should presently have brought thee on the way which we are wending now, or one nigh to it; and that is that which leadeth to Hampton under Scaur, and the Fellowship of Champions who dwell on the rock.”

Said Ralph:  “It is well; yet will I tell thee the truth, that a little sojourn in that fair house had liked me better.  Fain had I been to see thee sitting in thine ivory chair in thy chamber of dais with the walls hung round with thee woven in pictures—­wilt thou not tell me in words the story of those pictures? and also concerning the book which I read, which was also of thee?”

“Ah,” she said, “thou hast read in the book—­well, I will tell thee the story very soon, and that the more since there are matters written wrong in the book.”  Therewith she hurried him on, and her feet seemed never tired, though now, to say sooth, he began to go somewhat heavily.