Oh, that was a lucky ride! Such fighting as I have never seen or dreamed of.

We won it too! And now both of us are alive, and a knighthood for each!" "Yes, both of us alive, thanks to you, Wulf--nay, it is so, though you would never have done less.

But as for Fortune's path, it is one that has many rough turns, and perhaps before all is done she may lead us round some of them." "You talk like a priest, not like a squire who is to be knighted at the cost of a scar on his head.

For my part I will kiss Fortune while I may, and if she jilts me afterwards--" "Wulf," called Rosamund from without the curtain, "cease talking of kissing at the top of your voice, I pray you, and leave Godwin to sleep, for he needs it." And she entered the little chamber, bearing a bowl of broth in her hand.
Thereon, saying that ladies should not listen to what did not concern them, Wulf seized his crutch and hobbled from the place..