Said Birdalone, smiling somewhat: Fair sir, I will not have my watch
and ward unarmed; keep thou thy weapons; and thou wilt not forget,
perchance, that I am not wholly unarmed, whereas I have my bow and
arrows and my knife here. And as to my bathing, I will take thee at thy
word, and bid thee go aloof a while now at once; for I will go down to
the water; and if thou spy upon me, then will it be thy shame and not
mine.
The knight went his ways therewith, and Birdalone went down to the
water and unclad her; but ere she stepped into the river, she laid her
bow and three shafts on the lip thereof. Then she took the water, and
disported her merrily therein; and now, forsooth, she was nowise
downcast, for she said to herself, this man is not all evil and he
lovest me well, and I look for it that to-morrow he will bring me on my
way toward the Castle of the Quest, for mere love of me; and then shall
he be a dear friend to me, and I will comfort him what I can for as
long as we both live.
So she came out of the water and clad her, and then called aloud for
the knight, and he came speedily unto her, as if he had been not
exceeding far away, though he swore with a great oath that he had
nowise espied her. She answered him nought, and they went side by side
to the bower; and there the knight dight the victual, and they sat
together and ate their meat like old friends; and Birdalone asked the
knight concerning this valley and the bower, if he had known it for
long, and he answered: Yea, lady, I was but a stripling when I first
happened on the dale; and I deem that few know thereof save me; at
least none of our flock knoweth thereof, and I am fain thereof, and
keep them unknowing, for if my lord were to hear of my having a haunt
privy unto me he would like it but ill.
Birdalone turned pale when she heard him speak of his lord; for fear of
the Red Knight had entered into her soul, so that now the flesh crept
upon her bones. But she enforced her to smile, and said: Yea, and what
would he do to thee were he ill-content with thy ways? Forsooth, lady,
said he, if he could spare me he would make an end of me in some
miserable way; nay, if he were exceeding ill-content, he would do as
much for me whether he could spare me or not; otherwise he would watch
his occasion, and so grieve me that what he did would go to my very
heart. Woe’s me! said Birdalone, thou servest an evil master. The
knight answered not, and Birdalone went on speaking earnestly: It is a
shame to thee to follow this fiend; why dost thou not sunder thee from
him, and become wholly an honest man? Said he gruffly: It is of no use
talking of this, I may not; to boot, I fear him. Then did Birdalone
hold her peace, and the knight said: Thou dost not know; when I part
from thee I must needs go straight to him, and then must that befall
which will befall. Speak we no more of these matters.
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