She can remember him well." "Stay, though," he said, sitting down again.

"There is your own tale yet.

Let us hear it.

Maybe that is not altogether so pleasant." My own thought was that I was glad I might tell it without the wondering eyes of the fair princess on me, being afraid in a sort of way of having her think of me as the helpless sick man she had pitied.

So I hastened to tell all that story.
And when I came to the way in which Evan brought me, Howel's eyes flashed savagely, and a black scowl came over his handsome face, sudden as a thunderstorm in high summer.
"It will be a short shrift and a long rope for that Evan when I catch him," he said.