Thereafter were they all silent a space; and then came Birdalone to the
inner side of the table and sat betwixt Baudoin and Hugh. But the Black
Squire took up the word and spake: Birdalone, sweet child, one thing is
to be said, to wit, that it were well that thou keep within walls while
we be away; or at least that thou go but a little beyond the castle,
and never but within a half bowshot, save thou be well accompanied. For
there be men of violence dwelling no great way off, reivers and rovers,
who would be well pleased to take from us anything which we deem dear;
besides others who would think the lifting of such a jewel good hap
indeed. Sir Aymeris, have a care of the Red Knight; and if thou
mightest come by a few more stout lads, to wage them, it were well.
Birdalone heeded not what the castellan answered, such a shaft of joy
went to her heart when she heard that friend speak her own name in such
wise as he had never done erst, and that before them all. She but
murmured some yeasay to that which Arthur had spoken unto her, and then
she held her peace for the sweetness of that moment.
So there they sat and talked a while in dear and pleasant converse; and
Hugh fell to asking her of her life in the House under the Wood, and
she answered all frankly and simply, and the more she told the dearer
she seemed to them.
Thus drew night in, till folk came flockmeal into the hall; for needs
must be feast and banquet for triumph of the furtherance of the Quest;
and the most of men were merry; but somewhat sober were all the three
Champions, so that whoso ran might read it in their faces. As for
Birdalone, she showed cheerful to all that folk which loved her and
praised her; but inwardly sorrow had come home to her heart.
CHAPTER X.
THE CHAMPIONS GO THEIR WAYS IN THE SENDING BOAT.
When the sun was arisen on the morrow the three Champions went down to
the landing-place, and there was none with them; for they had given
command that no man should pry into their doings. Thither to them
cometh Birdalone, clad no more in her gay attire, but in a strait black
coat and with unshod feet; and she looked no sorrier than she was.
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