And now, what now?
Well, I can tell you.

You are to be healed, and follow these flags to war, and win your spurs, and much wealth by ransoms, and so make my lass your lady.

Is it not so ?" I was abashed by his "bourdes," and could say nought, for, being still very weak, the tears came into my eyes.

Then he drew near me, limping, and put his hand on my shoulder, but very gently, saying-- "Even so be it, my son, as better may not be.

'Tis no great match, but I looked, in this country, for nothing nobler or more wealthy.