Thus then they bided some minutes of time, and then all gat to horse again, and Ursula’s face was cleared of the grief of fear, and the colour had come back to her cheeks and lips.  But Ralph’s face was stern and sorrowful to behold; howbeit, as they rode away he spake in a loud and seeming cheerful voice:  “Still ever shorteneth more and more the way unto my Fathers’ House:  and withal I am wishful to see if it be indeed true that the men of the Burg have become mild and peaceful; and to know what hath befallen those doughty champions of the Dry Tree; and if perchance they have any will to hold us a tilting in courteous fashion.”

Richard smiled on him, and said:  “Thou holdest more then by the Dry Tree than by the Burg; though while agone we deemed the Champions worse men to meet in the wood than the Burgers.”

“So it is,” said Ralph; “but men are oft mis-said by them that know them not thoroughly:  and now, if it were a good wish, O Sage of Swevenham, I were fain to fall in with the best of all those champions, a tall man and a proper, who, meseems, had good-will toward me, I know not why.”

Quoth the Sage:  “If thou canst not see the end of this wish fulfilled, no more can I. And yet, meseems something may follow it which is akin to grief:  be content with things so done, my son.”

Now Ralph holds his peace, and they speed on their way, Ursula riding close by Ralph’s side, and caressing him with looks, and by touch also when she might; and after a while he fell to talking again, and ever in the same loud, cheerful voice.  Till at last, in about another hour, they came in sight of the stream which ran down toward the Swelling Flood from that pool wherein erst the Lady of Abundance had bathed her before the murder.  Hard looked Ralph on the stream, but howsoever his heart might ache with the memory of that passed grief, like as the body aches with the bruise of yesterday’s blow, yet he changed countenance but little, and in his voice was the same cheery sound.  But Ursula noted him, and how his eyes wandered, and how little he heeded the words of the others, and she knew what ailed him, for long ago he had told her all that tale, and so now her heart was troubled, and she looked on him and was silent.

Thus, then, a little before sunset, they came on that steep cliff with the cave therein, and the little green plain thereunder, and the rocky bank going down sheer into the water of the stream.  Forsooth they came on it somewhat suddenly from out of the bushes of the valley; and there indeed not only the Sage and Richard, but Ursula also, were stayed by the sight as folk compelled; for all three knew what had befallen there.  But Ralph, though he looked over his shoulder at it all, yet rode on steadily, and when he saw that the others lingered, he waved his hand and cried out as he rode:  “On, friends, on! for the road shortens towards my Fathers’ House.”  Then were they ashamed, and shook their reins to hasten after him.