"I trust that your caution will not make you go so far as that." Gerent's eyes flashed at the tone and words, but he answered very coldly: "She will bide here also, and in all honour." Then he beckoned to a noble who stood near him, and spoke to him for a moment.

It chanced that this was one of the very few whom I knew here.

His name was Jago, and I had often seen him at Glastonbury, for he was a friend of our ealdorman, Elfrida's father, holding somewhat the same post in Norton as my friend in our town.

Owen liked him well also, and he was certainly no friend to Morgan and his party.
"Jago's wife will give your daughter all hospitality in his house," Gerent said, turning again to Dunwal.

"Have I your word as to keeping within bounds during my pleasure ?" "Ay, you have it," answered Dunwal curtly.
Then I slipped out of the door quietly, and went to that room where Owen and I waited on our first coming here, and I sent a steward to tell him of my arrival.