For she hath great power with that silly wench of mine, who has no other desire, I trow, than a good excuse to be rid of her sudden anger.

If she loved you less, she would be never so fiery." I myself could see no better hope or comfort.
Then he began to devise with me on other matters, and got from me the story of my great peril at the hands of Brother Thomas.

He laughed at the manner of my outwitting that miscreant, who had never been taken, but was fled none knew whither, and my master promised to tell the tale to the Maid, and warn her against this enemy.

And so bidding me be of good cheer, he departed; but for my part, I went into my chamber, drew the bolt, and cast myself on the bed, refusing meat or drink, or to see the face of man or woman.
I was devoured by a bitter anger, considering how my lady had used me, and what was most sore of all, reflecting that I could no longer hold her for a thing all perfect, and almost without touch of mortal infirmity.
Nay, she was a woman like another, and unjust, and to deem thus of her was to me the most cruel torment.

We could never forgive each the other, so it seemed to me, nor be again as we had been.