"But gliff for gliff, {16} you put a fear on me this day, and now we are even." "Yet I scarce need a cup of wine for my recovery, master," I said, filling him a beaker from the flagon on the table, which he drained gladly, being sore wearied, so steep was the way to the castle, and hard for a lame man.

My heart was as light as a leaf on a tree, and the bitterness of shameful death seemed gone by.
"I have lost my prentice another way," he said, setting down the cup on the table.

"I had much a do to see Kennedy, for he was at the dice with other lords.

At length, deeming there was no time to waste, I sent in the bonny Book of Hours, praying him to hear me for a moment on a weighty matter.

That brought him to my side; he leaped at the book like a trout at a fly, and took me to his own chamber.