The knight laughed outright, and said: “Yea, fair one, this is much like to the tale of the carle at the ferry with the fox, and the goat, and the cabbage.”
There was scarce a smile on her face as she said gently: “One thing is to be thought of, that Walter’s soul is not yet so fast in his body that either thou or some rough-handed leech may be sure of healing him; it must be this hand, and the learning which it hath learned which must deal with him for a while.” And she stretched out her arm over the wounded man, with the fingers pointing down the water, and reddened withal, as if she felt the hearts’ greediness of the two men who were looking on her beauty.
The big knight sighed, and said: “Well, unless I am to kill him over again, there is nothing for it but our abiding with him for the next few hours at least. Tomorrow is a new day, and fair is the woodland-hall of summer-tide; neither shall water fail us. But as to victual, I wot not save that we have none.”
The Lady laughed, and said to Ralph; “Who knoweth what thou mayst find if thou go to the black horse and look into the saddlebags which I saw upon him awhile agone? For indeed we need somewhat, if it were but to keep the life in the body of this wounded man.”
Ralph sprang up and turned to the horse, and found the saddlebags on him, and took from them bread and flesh, and a flask of good wine, and brought them to the Lady, who laughed and said: “Thou art a good seeker and no ill finder.” Then she gave the wounded man to drink of the wine, so that he stirred somewhat, and the colour came into his face a little. Then she bade gather store of bracken for a bed for the Black Knight, and Ralph bestirred himself therein, but the Knight of the Sun sat looking at the Lady as she busied herself with his friend, and gloom seemed gathering on him again.
But when the bracken was enough, the Lady made a bed deftly and speedily; and between the three they laid the wounded man thereon, who seemed coming to himself somewhat, and spake a few words, but those nothing to the point. Then the Lady took her gay embroidered cloak, which lay at the foot of the oak tree, and cast it over him and, as Ralph deemed, eyed him lovingly, and belike the Knight of the Sun thought in likewise, for he scowled upon her; and for awhile but little was the joyance by the ancient oak, unless it were with the Lady.
XXIV
Supper and Slumber in the Woodland Hall
But when all was done to make the wounded knight as easy as might be, the Lady turned to the other twain, and said kindly: “Now, lords, it were good to get to table, since here is wherewithal.” And she looked on them both full kindly as she spake the words, but nowise wantonly; even as the lady of a fair house might do by honoured guests. So the hearts of both were cheered, and nothing loth they sat down by her on the grass and fell to meat. Yet was the Knight of the Sun a little moody for a while, but when he had eaten and drunken somewhat, he said: “It were well if someone might come hereby, some hermit or holy man, to whom we might give the care of Walter: then might we home to Sunway, and send folk with a litter to fetch him home softly when the due time were.”
“Yea,” said the Lady, “that might happen forsooth, and perchance it will; and if it were before nightfall it were better.”
Ralph saw that as she spake she took hold of the two fingers of her left hand with her right forefinger, and let the thumb meet it, so that it made a circle about them, and she spake something therewith in a low voice, but he heeded it little, save as he did all ways that her body moved. As for the Knight of the Sun, he was looking down on the grass as one pondering matters, and noted this not. But he said presently: “What hast thou to say of Walter now? Shall he live?” “Yea,” she said, “maybe as long as either of you twain.” The knight looked hard at Ralph, but said nothing, and Ralph heeded not his looks, for his eyes were busy devouring the Lady.
So they abode a little, and the more part of what talk there was came from the Lady, and she was chiefly asking Ralph of his home in Upmeads, and his brethren and kindred, and he told her all openly, and hid naught, while her voice ravished his very soul from him, and it seemed strange to him, that such an one should hold him in talk concerning these simple matters and familiar haps, and look on him so kindly and simply. Ever and anon would she go and look to the welfare of the wounded man, and come back from him (for they sat a little way aloof), and tell them how he did. And still the Knight of the Sun took little heed, and once again gloom settled down on him.
Amidst all this the sun was set, and the long water lay beneath the heavens like a sheet of bright, fair-hued metal, and naught stirred it: till at last the Lady leaned forward
