Now it seemed that I must go without any parting word, for her father had sent me notice that if I came near the Hall his serving men had orders to thrust me from the door, and this was a shame that I would not risk.

Yet it was hard that I must go upon so long a journey, whence it well might chance I should not return, and bid her no goodbye.

In my grief and perplexity I spoke to my father, telling him how the matter stood and asking his help.
'I go hence,' I said, 'to avenge our common loss, and if need be to give my life for the honour of our name.

Aid me then in this.' 'My neighbour Bozard means his daughter for your brother Geoffrey, and not for you, Thomas,' he answered; 'and a man may do what he wills with his own.

Still I will help you if I can, at the least he cannot drive me from his door.