Messire William, that courteous and chivalrous knight, lost not his hardihood in marriage, but ever sought advancement, so that he was esteemed of the counts and princes of his land. In the third year of his marriage the old Prince (as the tale tells us) died, because his time was come. So all that he died possessed of in wealth and lands and manors, together with the rich garnishing thereof, became the heritage of the knight. After this, Death laid hands upon his uncle, who, too, was very rich. And Sir William, who was not simple, nor grudging of heart, nor little of soul, nor blusterous with his neighbours, inherited all the goods that were his. So the story which I have told you endeth in this fashion, in accordance with the truth, and to your pleasure. THE END [Illustration: THE TEMPLE PRESS LETCHWORTH ENGLAND] [Illustration: EVERYMAN, I WILL GO WITH THEE & BE THY GVIDE IN THY MOST NEED TO GO BY THY SIDE] * * * * * Transcriber's note: Page 23: Added closing quotes: Sister, sweet friend."