Early next morning Ralph arose and called Bull Shockhead to him and said:  “So it is, Bull, that thou art my war-taken thrall.”  Bull nodded his head, but frowned therewithal.  Said Ralph:  “If I bid thee aught that is not beyond reason thou wilt do it, wilt thou not?” “Yea,” said Bull, surlily.  “Well,” quoth Ralph, “I am going a journey east-away, and I may not have thee with me, therefore I bid thee take this gold and go free with my goodwill.”  Bull’s face lighted up, and the eyes glittered in his face; but he said:  “Yea, king’s son, but why wilt thou not take me with thee?” Said Ralph:  “It is a perilous journey, and thy being with me will cast thee into peril and make mine more.  Moreover, I have an errand, as thou wottest, which is all mine own.”

Bull pondered a little and then said:  “King’s son, I was thinking at first that our errands lay together, and it is so; but belike thou sayest true that there will be less peril to each of us if we sunder at this time.  But now I will say this to thee, that henceforth thou shalt be as a brother to me, if thou wilt have it so, and if ever thou comest amongst our people, thou wilt be in no danger of them:  nay, they shall do all the good they may to thee.”

Then he took him by the hand and kissed him, and he set his hand to his gear and drew forth a little purse of some small beast’s skin that was broidered in front with a pair of bull’s horns:  then he stooped down and plucked a long and tough bent from the grass at his feet (for they were talking in the garden of the hostel) and twisted it swiftly into a strange knot of many plies, and opening the purse laid it therein and said:  “King’s son, this is the token whereby it shall be known amongst our folk that I have made thee my brother:  were the flames roaring about thee, or the swords clashing over thine head, if thou cry out, I am the brother of Bull Shockhead, all those of my kindred who are near will be thy friends and thy helpers.  And now I say to thee farewell:  but it is not altogether unlike that thou mayst hear of me again in the furthest East.”  So Ralph departed from him, and Clement went with Ralph to the Gate of Goldburg, and bade him farewell there; and or they parted he said:  “Meseems I have with me now some deal of the foreseeing of Katherine my wife, and in my mind it is that we shall yet see thee at Wulstead and Upmeads, and thou no less famous than now thou art.  This is my last word to thee.”  Therewith they parted, and Ralph rode his ways.

He came on his way-leader about a bowshot from the gate and they greeted each other:  the said guide was clad no otherwise than yesterday:  he had saddle-bags on his horse, which was a strong black roadster:  but he was nowise armed, and bore but a satchel with a case of knives done on to it, and on the other side a fiddle in its case.  So Ralph smiled on him and said:  “Thou hast no weapon, then?” “What need for weapon?” said he; “since we are not of might for battle.  This is my weapon,” said he, touching his fiddle, “and withal it is my field and mine acre that raiseth flesh-meat and bread for me:  yea, and whiles a little drink.”