"Let us leave here our companions," returned Amis, sighing, "and enter in this wood to make the matter clear." Then Amis, having heard, reproached Amile, and said-- "Let us now exchange our garments and our horses, and thou, for thy part, get thee gone to my house, whilst I ride to do judgment by combat for thee upon this traitor." But Amile answered him-- "How then may I go about thine house, seeing that I know not thy wife nor thy household, nor ever have looked upon their face?" And Amis replied-- "Very easily mayest thou do this thing, so thou dost but walk prudently; but take thou good heed to have no dealings with my wife." Thereupon the two companions departed one from the other, with tears; Amis riding to the Court of the King in the guise of Amile, and Amile to the house of his comrade in the guise of Amis. Now the wife of Amis, seeing him draw near, hastened to embrace him whom she thought was her lord, and would have kissed him. But Amile said-- "Is this a time for play? I have matter for tears rather than for claspings, for since I parted from thee have I suffered many bitter griefs, yea, and yet must suffer." And that night as they made ready to lie together in one bed, Amile set his naked sword between the twain, and said to his brother's wife-- "Beware lest thy body draw near in any wise to mine, for then will I slay thee with this sword." In such fashion passed the night, and every night, until Amis repaired secretly to the castle to know certainly whether Amile kept faith and word in this matter of his wife. The day appointed for the combat now was come, and the Queen awaited Amile, sick of heart; for Arderay, that traitor, cried aloud, that certainly ought she never to come near the King's bed, since she had suffered and consented to Amile's dealings with her maid. Whilst Arderay boasted thus, Amis entered within the Court of the King at the hour of noon, clad in the apparel of his comrade, and said-- "Right debonair and Lord Justicier of this realm, here stand I to seek ordeal of battle with this false Arderay, because of the blame he has laid upon me, the Queen, and the Princess, her child." Then answered the King right courteously-- "Be stout of heart, oh Count, for if you prove Arderay to be false I will give thee my daughter Belisant to wife." On the morning of the morrow Arderay and Amis rode into the lists, armed from plume to heel, in the presence of the King and of much people. But the Queen with a great company of maidens and widows and dames went from church to church, giving gifts of money and of torches, and praying God for the safety of the champion of her daughter. Now Amis considered in his heart that should he slay Arderay he would be guilty of his blood before the eyes of God, and if he were overthrown then would it be a shame to him for all his days. So he spake in such manner as this to Arderay.