Walter was raised from the ground, water was fetched from the cottage, and the blood washed from his head by Ralph, aided by two of the women.

It had at once been seen that he was still living, and Ralph on examining the wound joyfully declared that no great harm was done.
"Had Sir Walter been strong and well," he said, "such a clip as this would not have knocked him from his feet, but he would have answered it with a blow such as I have often seen him give in battle; but he was but barely recovering and was as weak as a girl.

He is unconscious from loss of blood and weakness.

I warrant me that when he opens his eyes and hears that the lady Edith has risen from her bed and came to send me to his rescue, joy will soon bring the blood into his cheeks again.

Do one of you run to the hut and see if they have any cordial waters; since the plague has been raging there are few houses but have laid in a provision in case the disease should seize them." The man soon returned with a bottle of cordial water compounded of rosemary, lavender, and other herbs.