"Well, of a surety, but it is!" cried Guenllian, heartily enough. "Lad, how camest thou hither? The maid said it were like thee, but I never thought—Is my Lord hereaway? My Lord of Arundel hath no place in this vicinage, trow?" "My Lord is not now in ward to him, good Mistress; but unto my Lord of Kent, that dwelleth at the Manor here." "Now God be thanked therefor!" said Guenllian warmly. Lawrence turned to the girl. "Methinks I should know you likewise: and in truth, you be like some one that I have known, but I cannot give you a name." The bright eyes laughed, but their owner seemed too shy to speak. Guenllian looked at both with an amused expression. "Nay, twain friends so dear as you were of old should not have forgot each other," said she. "Lolly, dost not know thine old playfellow? ’Tis Blumond’s Beattie." "Beattie!" broke from Lawrence with more warmth than usual. But as soon as the greeting was over, both relapsed into extreme shyness. "And pray you, Mistress Wenteline, how came you hither?" "Marry, lad, we be tarrying a two-three days, under the King’s gracious leave, at his manor of Byfleet, and as Tuesday we journey onward to London town. Beattie and I, we thought we would come to Church something a longer walk, and two of my Lord’s squires be with us"—Guenllian paused and looked about for them—"I marvel whither they be gone in this crowd. Beattie, canst see any whither Master Orewell or Master Chauntemarle?" Beattie thought she saw Master Chauntemarle’s cap over yonder: but Lawrence interposed with a question which he was burning to ask. "But, Mistress Wenteline, how came you hither?" "Why, look you, we be now of the following of the Lady de Percy, and the Lord of these squires and of us is my Lord of Northumberland." "And the Lady de Percy is at Byfleet? Me reckoneth my Lord were right fain to see his sister." "Aye, and the Lady Elizabeth was ever his favourite. But, Lolly, I would fain see my dear child. He is at the Manor here, trow?" "If it like you to bide for compline, Mistress, you shall then see him with no further travail; or if you will come up to the Manor, I rest well assured that Mistress Dayrell, which keepeth house, shall make you right welcome." "Beattie, run thou to Master Orewell, which I see searching us o’er by yon yew-tree, and do him to wit of this. Say we will return with Lawrence to the Manor, and ask at him if he or Master Chauntemarle list to come with us. If not, then will we leave our returning as it shall please God." Beatrice obeyed, and in a minute returned with Master Orewell, who intimated that his pleasure would be to accompany the ladies, but Master Chauntemarle preferred to return to Byfleet. Guenllian accordingly sent through the latter her excuses to Lady Northumberland, and the party set out for the Manor.