"I know not how you are named; but I gather that you are directing our course to your own home." "My name is Joan Devenish," she answered, "and the lights you see yonder are those of Much Waltham, and it is our church bell that you hear ringing out so sweetly.

My father's farm is a mile beyond.
But I beseech you ride thither with me.

My mother would be ill pleased did I not bring home the gallant stranger who had saved me from my foes.

And Figeon's will be proud to shelter such a guest." "I give you humble thanks, Mistress Joan, and gladly would I find so hospitable a shelter.

I am but a poor traveller, however, roaming the world in search of the fame and fortune that come not.
I am one of those who have ever followed the failing fortunes of the Red Rose of Lancaster, and sorry enough has often been my plight.