Humphrey had by this time made his way to the place where the accident had occurred. Directly he saw it was his young master who was lying on the ground, he pushed sturdily forward, regardless of everyone. "Body o’ me! what will my lady say, if aught evil should befal Master Ralph? He isn’t dead, my lord?" he asked anxiously of Lord Woodville, who was bending over the boy. "Nay, he is not dead; but is there no leech nigh?" At this moment a shopman came up to Lord Woodville and offered to take the wounded gentleman into his house out of the crowd. This offer was willingly accepted, and the boy was carried in by Humphrey and Maurice Woodville. They took him into a back room, and the mistress of the house bathed his head and staunched the blood. Ralph slowly opened his eyes. Seeing the look of returning consciousness, Lord Woodville left the house, mounted his horse, and went on to his lodgings, which had been taken for him near the cathedral. Humphrey was left in charge, and the Abbot, who had dismounted when he saw his kinsman taken into the house, having seen that the boy was in safe hands and doing well, went away also to his lodgings. Very few knew how the accident had occurred, most thought that the bull had charged the boy. Only Lord Woodville, Sir John Trenchard, and the Abbot had seen the noble action of the boy. His fellow pages had seen him urge his horse forward, but could not see for the projecting houses what else had happened. About half an hour after the accident, a timid knock came at the door, and Humphrey was surprised to see the young girl who had been their companion on their journey to Winchester, standing there when he opened it. "Well, young wench, what dost thou want?" he asked familiarly. "My father has heard what has happened, and as he could not leave thy pony, he has sent me to ask how Master Lisle doeth," said the girl quietly, and in an educated voice. "Grammercy, ’tis parlous kind of thy father, and, for a poor vagrant, it showeth much strange breeding. Tell thy father Master Lisle doth well, and will be on his legs anon." The girl then shut the door very gently, and Humphrey returned to the bedside of his young Master. "Humphrey, I feel right hungry," said the boy presently; "canst get me a bit of something to eat?" "Ay, marry can I!" cried Humphrey cheerily. "That’s right good news--I’ll be back anon," and he left the room in search of some food. He had scarcely been gone two minutes when another rap came at the door. Ralph bid them come in, and Maurice Woodville, accompanied by Richard Cheke, entered. "Well, youngling, and how dost thou fare?" said the latter, in a kind tone. "Thou hast done well for a beginner, and I’d give a good deal to be lying there in thy place. Why, Maurice, he’s had the good luck, hasn’t he?"