She said no prayers; but when she left the place she sent a messenger for Gilles de Gurdun, the blunt-nosed Norman knight who loved her so much that he said nothing about it.
This Gurdun, pricking through the woods, came upon Gaston of Bearn, dazzling as a spring tree and singing like an inspired machine.

He pulled up at the wonderful sight, and scowled.

It is the proper Norman greeting.

Gaston treated him as part of the landscape, like the rest of it mournful, but provocative of song.
'Give you good-day, beau sire,' said Gilles; Gaston waved his hand and went on singing at the top of his voice.

Then Gilles, who was pressed, tried to pass; and Gaston folded his arms.
'Ha, beef,' said he, 'none pass here but the brave.' 'Out, parrot,' quoth Gilles, and plunged through the wood.
Because of Gaston's vow there was no blood shed at the moment, but he had hopes that he might be released in time.