So he led him out of the market-place, and brought him to the east gate of the town which hight Petergate Bar, and forth they went and out into the meadows under the walls, and stayed him at a little bridge over one of the streams, for it was a land of many waters; there they sat down in a nook, and spake Richard to Ralph, saying: 

“Lord Ralph, ill it were if the Upmeads kindred came to naught, or even to little.  Now as for my own master Blaise, he hath, so please you, the makings of a noble chapman, but not of a noble knight; though he sayeth that when he is right rich he will cast aside all chaffer; naught of which he will do.  As for the others, my lord Gregory is no better, or indeed worse, save that he shall not be rich ever, having no mastery over himself; while lord Hugh is like to be slain in some empty brawl, unless he come back speedily to Upmeads.”

“Yea, yea,” said Ralph, “what then?  I came not hither to hear thee missay my mother’s sons.”  But Richard went on:  “As for thee, lord Ralph, of thee I looked for something; but now I cannot tell; for the heart in thee seemeth to be dead; and thou must look to it lest the body die also.”  “So be it!” said Ralph.

Said Richard:  “I am old now, but I have been young, and many things have I seen and suffered, ere I came to Upmeads.  Old am I, and I cannot feel certain hopes and griefs as a young man can; yet have I bought the knowledge of them dear enough, and have not forgotten.  Whereby I wot well that my drearihead is concerning a woman.  Is it not so?” “Yea,” quoth Ralph.  Said Richard:  “Now shalt thou tell me thereof, and so lighten thine heart a little.”  “I will not tell thee,” said Ralph; “or, rather, to speak more truly, I cannot.”  “Yea,” said Richard, “and though it were now an easier thing for me to tell thee of the griefs of my life than for thee to hearken to the tale, yet I believe thee.  But mayhappen thou mayst tell me of one thing that thou desirest more than another.”  Said Ralph:  “I desire to die.”  And the tears started in his eyes therewith.  But Richard spake, smiling on him kindly:  “That way is open for thee on any day of the week.  Why hast thou not taken it already?” But Ralph answered naught.  Richard said:  “Is it not because thou hopest to desire something; if not to-day, then to-morrow, or the next day or the next?” Still Ralph spake no word; but he wept.  Quoth Richard:  “Maybe I may help thee to a hope, though thou mayest think my words wild.  In the land and the thorp where I was born and bred there was talk now and again of a thing to be sought, which should cure sorrow, and make life blossom in the old, and uphold life in the young.”  “Yea,” said Ralph, looking up from his tears, “and what was that? and why hast thou never told me thereof before?” “Nay,” said Richard, “and why should I tell it to the merry lad I knew in Upmeads? but now thou art a man, and hast seen the face of sorrow, it is meet that thou shouldest hear of the well at the world’s end.”