The priest muttered somewhat as he passed, which Ralph caught not the meaning of, and fell moody again; and when he was a little past the ford he drew rein and said: "Now, son, I must to my cell hard by the church yonder: but yet I will say one word to thee ere we sunder; to wit, that to my mind the Holy Lady will love no one but the saints of heaven, save it be some man with whom all women are in love." Therewith he turned away suddenly, and rode smartly towards his church; and Ralph deemed that he was weeping once more.

As for Ralph, he went quietly home toward the castle, for the sun was setting now, and as he went he pondered all these things in his heart..