Their requests are granted or refused with absolute capriciousness. Fame is attended by Eolus, who according to her direction blows a black trumpet called Sclaunder (Slander) or a golden clarion called Clere Laude (Clear Praise), and these trumpets are used as the whim takes her. Evil men have good fame, and good men are slandered, or on the other hand, both receive their deserts without any reason except Fame's good pleasure. As Chaucer stands watching the endless procession, a man approaches him and asks if he too has come to receive fame. The poet hastily protests against any such desire, and explains that he has come for-- Tydinges, other this or that Of love, or swiche thinges glade. The stranger bids him follow him to another place, and leads him to An hous, that _domus Dedali_, That _Laborintus_ cleped is. It is made of sticks and twigs and continually spins round and round:-- And ther-out com so greet a noise That, had it stonden upon Oise, Men mighte hit han herd esely To Rome, I trowe sikerly. * * * * And on the roof men may yit seen A thousand holes, and wel mo, To leten wel the soun out go. This is the house of Rumour, to which come tidings Of werre, of pees, of mariages, Of reste, of labour of viages,[46] Of abood[47] of deeth, of lyfe, Of love, of hate, accorde, of stryfe, etc. Here Chaucer meets the eagle again, who tells him that he is once more prepared to become his guide, and without more ado seizes him "bitweene his toon" and puts him in through the window. The house is full of people all busy whispering in each other's ears:-- Whan oon had herd a thing, y-wis, He com forth to another wight, And gan him tellen, anoon-right, The same that to him was told, Or hit a furlong-way was old, But gan somwhat for to eche To this tyding in this speche More than hit ever was. And nat so sone departed nas That he fro him, that he ne mette With the thridde; and or he lette Any stounde,[48] he tolde him als; Were the tyding sooth or fals, Yit wolde he telle hit natheless.