Roland was killed, and I was cast out with my child.

Afterwards they repented that they had let me go, and searched far and wide for me; but I was hidden in the cottage of a woodcutter.

They were too busy in hunting down others whom they proclaimed to be enemies of the king, as they had wrongfully said of Roland, who had but done his duty faithfully to Queen Isabella, and was assuredly no enemy of her son, although he might well be opposed to the weak and indolent king, his father.

However, when the search relaxed I borrowed the cloak of the good man's wife and set out for London, whither I have traveled on foot, believing that you and Bertha would take me in and shelter me in my great need." "Aye, that will we willingly," Giles said.

"Was not Bertha your nurse?
and to whom should you come if not to her?
But will it please you to mount the stairs, for Bertha will not forgive me if I keep you talking down here.