Well, well, for your sake I will forgive the Socman and take vengeance on none but on my own wilful self who must needs run into danger's path.

So will that please you, sir ?" "There spoke your true self," said he; "and you will find more pleasure in such forgiveness than in any vengeance." She shook her head, as if by no means assured of it, and then with a sudden little cry, which had more of surprise than of joy in it, "Here is Bertrand with the horses!" Down the glade there came a little green-clad page with laughing eyes, and long curls floating behind him.

He sat perched on a high bay horse, and held on to the bridle of a spirited black palfrey, the hides of both glistening from a long run.
"I have sought you everywhere, dear Lady Maude," said he in a piping voice, springing down from his horse and holding the stirrup.
"Troubadour galloped as far as Holmhill ere I could catch him.

I trust that you have had no hurt or scath ?" He shot a questioning glance at Alleyne as he spoke.
"No, Bertrand," said she, "thanks to this courteous stranger.

And now, sir," she continued, springing into her saddle, "it is not fit that I leave you without a word more.