Then the Lord cried out: “Now make we an end of it! We have no might against this youngling, man to man: or else would Otter have done it. This comes of learning a craft diligently.”
So Ralph got off his horse, and did off his helm and awaited tidings; and anon comes to him the surly sergeant, and brought him a cup of wine, and said: “Youngling, thou art to drink this, and then go to my Lord; and I deem that thou art in favour with him. So if thou art not too great a man, thou mightest put in a word for poor Redhead, that first man that did so ill. For my Lord would have him set up, and head down and buttocks aloft, as a target for our bowmen. And it will be his luck if he be sped with the third shot, and last not out to the twentieth.”
“Yea, certes,” said Ralph, “I will do no less, even if it anger the Lord.” “O thou wilt not anger him,” said the man, “for I tell thee, thou art in favour. Yea, and for me also thou mightest say a word also, when thou becomest right great; for have I not brought thee a good bowl of wine?” “Doubt it not, man,” said Ralph, “if I once get safe to Utterbol: weary on it and all its ways!” Said the sergeant: “That is an evil wish for one who shall do well at Utterbol. But come, tarry not.”
So he brought Ralph to the Lord, who still sat in his chair beside that fair woman, and Ralph did obeisance to him; yet he had a sidelong glance also for that fair seeming-queen, and deemed her both proud-looking, and so white-skinned, that she was a wonder, like the queen of the fays: and it was just this that he had noted of the Queen as he stood before her earlier in the day when they first came into the vale; therefore he had no doubt of this damsel’s queenship.
Now the Lord spake to him and said: “Well, youngling, thou hast done well, and better than thy behest: and since ye have been playing at sharps, I deem thou would’st not do ill in battle, if it came to that. So now I am like to make something other of thee than I was minded to at first: for I deem that thou art good enough to be a man. And if thou wilt now ask a boon of me, if it be not over great, I will grant it thee.”
Ralph put one knee to the ground, and said: “Great Lord, I thank thee: but whereas I am in an alien land and seeking great things, I know of no gift which I may take for myself save leave to depart, which I deem thou wilt not grant me. Yet one thing thou mayst do for my asking if thou wilt. If thou be still angry with the carle whom I first unhorsed, I pray thee pardon him his ill-luck.”
“Ill-luck!” said the Lord, “Why, I saw him that he was downright afraid of thee. And if my men are to grow blenchers and soft-hearts what is to do then? But tell me, Otter, what is the name of this carle?” Said Otter, “Redhead he hight, Lord.” Said the Lord: “And what like a man is he in a fray?” “Naught so ill, Lord,” said Otter. “This time, like the rest of us, he knew not this gear. It were scarce good to miss him at the next pinch. It were enough if he had the thongs over his back a few dozen times; it will not be the first day of such cheer to him.”
“Ha!” said the Lord, “and what for, Otter, what for?” “Because he was somewhat rough-handed, Lord,” said Otter. “Then shall we need him and use him some day. Let him go scot free and do better another bout. There is thy boon granted for thee, knight; and another day thou mayst ask something more. And now shall David have a care of thee. And when we come to Utterbol we shall see what is to be done with thee.”
Then Ralph rose up and thanked him, and David came forward, and led him to his tent. And he was wheedling in his ways to him, as if Ralph were now become one who might do him great good if so his will were.
But the Lord went back again into the Tower.
As to the Lady, she abode in her pavilion amidst many fears and desires, till Agatha entered and said: “My Lady, so far all has gone happily.” Said the Lady: “I deemed from the noise and the cry that he was doing well. But tell me, how did he?” “My Lady,” quoth Agatha, “he knocked our folk about well-favouredly, and seemed to think little of it.”
“And Joyce,” said the Lady, “how did she?” “She looked a queen, every inch of her, and she is tall,” said Agatha: “soothly some folk stared on her, but not many knew of her, since she is but new into our house. Though it is a matter of course that all save our new-come knight knew that it was not thou that sat there. And my Lord was well-pleased, and now he hath taken her by the hand and led her into the Tower.”
The Lady reddened and scowled, and said: “And he … did he come anigh her?” “O yea,” said Agatha, “whereas he stood before my Lord a good while, and then kneeled to him to pray pardon for one of our men who had done ill in the tilting: yea, he was nigh enough to her to touch her had he dared, and to smell the fragrance of her raiment. And he
