Then Ralph bethought him of the pouch with the knot of grass therein which Bull Shockhead had given him at Goldburg; so he drew it out, and gave it into the hand of the chieftain, who no sooner caught a glimpse thereof than he said:  “Verily our brother’s hand hath met thine when he gave thee this.  Yet forsooth, now that I look on thee, I may say that scarce did I need token to tell me that thou wert the very man.  For I can see thee, that thou art of great honour and worship, and thou didst ride boldly against the foemen when thou knewest not that we had waylaid thy waylayers.  Now I wot that there is no need to ask thee whether thou wouldst get thee out of our mountains by the shortest road, yet wilt thou make it little longer, and somewhat safer, if ye will suffer us to lead thee by way of our dwelling.”  So Ralph yeasaid his bidding without more words.

As they spake thus together the road both above and below was become black with weaponed men, and some of Ralph’s band looked on one another, as though they doubted their new friends somewhat.  But the Sage of Swevenham spoke to them and bade them fear nought.  “For,” said he, “so far as we go, who are now their friends, there is no guile in these men.”  The Bull captain heard him and said:  “Thou sayest sooth, old man; and I shall tell thee that scarce had a band like thine come safe through the mountains, save by great good luck, without the leave of us; for the fool with the crown that lieth there dead had of late days so stirred up the Folks of the Fells through his grimness and cruelty that we have been minded to stop everything bigger than a cur-dog that might seek to pass by us, for at least so long as yonder rascal should live.  But ye be welcome; so now let us to the road, for the day weareth.”

So the tribesmen gat them into order, and their Duke went on the left side of Ralph, while Ursula rode on his right hand.  The Duke and all his men were afoot, but they went easily and swiftly, as wolves trot.  As for the slain of the waylayers, of whom there were some threescore, the Bull captain would do nought but let them lie on the road.  “For,” said he, “there be wolves and lynxes enough in the wood, and the ravens of the uplands, and the kites shall soon scent the carrion.  They shall have burial soon enough.  Neither will we meddle with it; nay, not so much as to hang the felon King’s head at thy saddle-bow, lord.”

By sunset they were out of the wood and on the side of a rough fell, so they went no further, but lighted fires at the edge of the thicket, and made merry round about them, singing their songs concerning the deeds of their folk, and jesting withal, but not foully; and they roasted venison of hart and hind at the fires, and they had with them wine, the more part whereof they had found in the slain King’s carriages, and they made great feast to the wayfarers, and were exceeding fain of them; after their fashion, whereas if a man were their friend he could scarce be enough their friend, and if he were their foe, they could never be fierce enough with him.