I suppose that we could have done nothing, in truth; but it seemed as if we ought to have been of some help in word, at least.
At last she ceased, and sat up again, trying to smile.
"Yesterday, I had thought myself far from such foolishness as this," she said.

"Today, I know that this mail and helm of mine and the sword that lies yonder in the chamber where you found me are not fitting for me.

They are an idle boast and empty.

I am only a weak woman--and alone." Almost was she to breaking down again, but she was brave.

And then Bertric spoke for the three of us.
"Lady," he said, "we are homeless wanderers, but we would not have you think yourself altogether alone so long as we can plan for you.
Mayhap we can do no more, but, at least, we shall see.