“Yea, what then?” said Ralph. “This then, fair young fool,” said she: “the one whom thou lovest, long hath she lived, but she is not old to look on, nor foul; but fair—O how fair!”
Then Ralph forgot his fear, and his heart grew greedy and his eyes glistened, and he said, yet he spoke faintly: “Yea, is she fair?” “What! hast thou not seen her?” said the carline. Ralph called to mind the guise in which he had seen her and flushed bright red, as he answered: “Yea, I deem that I have: surely it was she.” The carline laughed: “Well,” said she; “however thou hast seen her, thou hast scarce seen her as I have.” Said Ralph, “How was that?” Said she: “It is her way here in the summer-tide to bathe her in yonder pool up the water:” (and it was the same pool wherein Ralph had bathed) “And she hath me and my niece and two other women to hold up the silken cloth betwixt her body and the world; so that I have seen her as God made her; and I shall tell thee that when he was about that work he was minded to be a craftsmaster; for there is no blemish about her that she should hide her at all or anywhere. Her sides are sleek, and her thighs no rougher than her face, and her feet as dainty as her hands: yea, she is a pearl all over, withal she is as strong as a knight, and I warrant her hardier of heart than most knights. A happy man shalt thou be; for surely I deem thou hast not come hither to abide her without some token or warrant of her.”
Ralph held down his head, and he could not meet the old woman’s eyes as she spake thus; and the maiden took herself out of earshot at the first words of the carline hereof, and was halfway down to the river by now.
Ralph spake after a while and said: “Tell me, is she good, and a good woman?” The dame laughed scornfully and said: “Surely, surely; she is the saint of the Forest Land, and the guardian of all poor folk. Ask the carles else!”
Ralph held his peace, and rose to be gone and turning saw the damsel wading the shallow ford, and looking over her shoulder at him. He gave the dame good day, and departed light-foot but heavy hearted. Yet as he went, he kept saying to himself: “Did she not send that Roger to turn my ways hither? yet she cometh not. Surely she hath changed in these last days, or it may be in these last hours: yea, or this very hour.”
Amidst such thoughts he came into the wood, and made his way by the paths and open places, going south and east of the House: whereas the last day he had gone west and north. He went a soft pace, but wandered on without any stay till it was noon, and he had seen nought but the wild things of the wood, nor many of them. But at last he heard the tinkle of a little bell coming towards him: so he stood still and got the hilt of his sword ready to his hand; and the tinkle drew nearer, and he heard withal the trample of some riding-beast; so he went toward the sound, and presently in a clearer place of the wood came upon a man of religion, a clerk, riding on a hackney, to whose neck hung a horse-bell: the priest had saddle bags beside him and carried in his right hand a book in a bag. When he met Ralph he blessed him, and Ralph gave him the sele of the day, and asked him whither he would. Said the Priest: “I am for the Little Plain and the Land of Abundance; whence art thou, my son, and whither wilt thou?” “From that very land I come,” said Ralph, “and as to whither, I seek adventures; but unless I see more than I have this forenoon, or thou canst tell me of them, back will I whence I came: yet to say sooth, I shall not be sorry for a fellow to help me back, for these woodland ways are somewhat blind.”
Said the Priest: “I will bear thee company with a good will; and I know the road right well; for I am the Vicar appointed by the fathers of the Thorn to serve the church of the Little Plain, and the chapel of St. Anthony yonder in the wood, and today I go to the church of the good folk there.”
So Ralph turned, and went along with him, walking by his bridle-rein. And as they went the priest said to him: “Art thou one of my lady’s lords?” Ralph reddened as he sighed, and said: “I am no captain of hers.” Then smiled the priest and said: “Then will I not ask thee of thine errand; for belike thou wouldest not tell me thereof.”
Ralph said nought, but waxed shamefaced as he deemed that the priest eyed him curiously. At last he said: “I will ask thee a question in turn, father.” “Yea,” said the priest. Said Ralph: “This lady of the land, the Lady of Abundance, is she a very woman?” “Holy Saints!” quoth the priest, blessing himself, “what meanest thou?” Said Ralph: “I mean, is she of those who outwardly have a woman’s semblance, but within are of the race of the ancient devils, the gods of the Gentiles?”
Then the priest crossed himself again, and spake as solemnly as a judge on the bench: “Son, I pray that if thou art not in thy right mind, thou will come thereinto anon. Know this, that whatever else she may be, she is a right holy woman. Or hast thou perchance heard any evil tales concerning her?”
Now Ralph was confused at his word, and knew not what to say; for though in
