“Thy word is good,” said Ralph, “yet I meant not that; never should I come to Utterbol if I looked not to find thee living there.” Bull smiled on him as though he loved him, and said: “This is well spoken; I shall look to see thee before I die.”
Then said Ursula: “Lord of Utterbol, this also thou mayst think on, that it is no further from Utterbol to Upmeads than from Upmeads to Utterbol.” The Lord laughed and said: “Sooth is that; and were but my Bull here, as I behold you I should be of mind to swear by him to come and see you at Upmeads ere ten years have worn.”
Then she put forth her hand and said: “Swear by this!” So he took it and swore the oath; but the Sage of Swevenham said: “This oath thou shalt keep to the gain and not the loss both of thee and of thy friends of Upmeads.”
Thus were they fain of each other, and Ralph saw how Bull’s heart was grown big, and he rejoiced thereat. But anon he arose and said: “Now, Lord, we ask leave to depart for the way is long, and mayhappen my kindred now lack a man’s helping.” Then Bull stood up and called for his horse, and Otter also, and they all went forth and gat a-horseback and rode away from Vale Turris, and Redhead rode behind them humbly, till it was noon and they made stay for meat. Then after they had broken bread together and drunk a cup Bull and Otter kissed the wayfarers, and bade them farewell and so rode back to Vale Turris, and Ralph and Ursula and the Sage tarried not but rode on their ways.
But anon Ralph called to Redhead, and bade him ride beside them that they might talk together, and he came up with them, and Ursula greeted him kindly, and they were merry one with another. And Ralph said to Redhead: “Friend captain, thou art exceeding in humility not to ride with the Lord or Captain Otter; save for chance-hap, I see not that thou art worser than they.”
Redhead grinned, and said: “Well, as to Otter, that is all true; but as for Lord Bull it is another matter; I wot not but his kindred may be as good or better than any in these east parts. In any case, he hath his kin and long descent full often in his mouth, while I am but a gangrel body. Howbeit it is all one, whereas whatso he or Otter bid any man to do, he doeth it, but my bidding may be questioned at whiles. And look you, lord, times are not ill, so wherefore should I risk a change of days? Sooth to say, both these great lords have done well by me.”
Ralph laughed: “And better will they do, as thou deemest; give thee Agatha, to wit?” “Yea, fair sir,” quoth Redhead. “No great gift, that seemeth to me, for thy valiancy,” said Ralph; “she is guileful enough and loose enough for a worse man than thee.”
“Lord,” said Redhead, “even of her thou shalt say what pleaseth thee; but no other man shall say of her what pleaseth me not. For all that is come and gone she is true and valiant, and none may say that she is not fair and sweet enough for a better man than me; and my great good luck it is that, as I hope, she looketh no further for a better.”
Ursula said: “Is it so, perchance, that now she is free and hath naught to fear, she hath no need for guile?” “Hail to thee for thy word, lady,” quoth Redhead; and then he was silent, glooming somewhat on Ralph.
But Ralph said: “Nay, my friend, I meant no harm, but I was wondering what had befallen to bring you two so close together.”
“It was fear and pain, and the helping of each other that wrought it,” said Redhead. Said Ursula: “Good Captain, how was it that she escaped the uttermost of evil at the tyrant’s hands? since from all that I have heard, it must needs be that he laid the blame on her (working for her mistress) of my flight from Utterbol.”
“Even so it was, lady,” said Redhead; “but, as thou wottest belike, she had got it spread abroad that she was cunning in sorcery, and that her spell would not end when her life ended; nay, that he to whom her ghost should bear ill-will, and more especially such an one as might compass her death, should have but an ill time of it while he lived, which should not be long. This tale, which, sooth to say, I myself helped to spread, the Lord of Utterbol trowed in wholly, so cunningly was it told; so that, to make a long story short, he feared her, and feared her more dead than living. So that when he came home, and found thee gone, lady, he did indeed deem that thy flight was of Agatha’s contrivance. And this the more because his nephew (he whom thou didst beguile; I partly guess how) told him a made-up tale how all
