But I fear the poor thing is in much danger amongst these stormy spirits.

I will to her chamber, and tell her the fate which has befallen her letter, that she may write another if she list.

She cannot lack a messenger, I trow, where there are so many lackeys that can carry a letter to their lord.

And I will tell her also that I leave the Castle, trusting her to God, her own guidance, and Master Tressilian's care and looking after.

Perhaps she may remember the ring she offered me--it was well earned, I trow; but she is a lovely creature, and--marry hang the ring! I will not bear a base spirit for the matter.