“Well, brother,” said Ralph, “all that shall be amended, and thou shalt back to Upmeads with me.  Yet wert thou to amend thyself somewhat, it might not be ill.”

Quoth Hugh:  “It shall be tried, brother.  But may I ask thee somewhat?” Said Ralph:  “Ask on.”  “Fair Sir,” said Hugh, “thou seemedst grown into a pretty man when I saw thee e’en-now before this twilight made us all alike; but the men at thy back are not wont to be led by men who have not earned a warrior’s name, yet they follow thee:  how cometh that about?  Again, before the twilight gathered I saw the woman that rideth anigh us (who is now but a shadow) how fair and gentle she is:  indeed there is no marvel in her following thee (though if she be an earl’s daughter she is a fair getting for an imp of Upmeads), for thou art a well shapen lad, little lord, and carriest a sweet tongue in thy mouth.  But tell me, what is she?”

“Brother,” said Ralph kindly, “she is my wife.”

“I kiss her hands,” said Hugh; “but of what lineage is she?”

“She is my wife,” said Ralph.  Said Hugh:  “That is, forsooth, a high dignity.”  Said Ralph:  “Thou sayest sooth, though in mockery thou speakest, which is scarce kind to thine own mother’s son:  but learn, brother, that I am become a Friend of the Well, and were meet to wed with the daughters of the best of the Kings:  yet is this one meeter to wed with me than the highest of the Queens; for she also is a Friend of the Well.  Moreover, thou sayest it that the champions of the Dry Tree, who would think but little of an earl for a leader, are eager to follow me:  and if thou still doubt what this may mean, abide, till in two days or three thou see me before the foeman.  Then shalt thou tell me how much changed I am from the stripling whom thou knewest in Upmeads a little while ago.”

Then was Hugh somewhat abashed, and he said:  “I crave thy pardon, brother, but never had I a well filed tongue, and belike it hath grown no smoother amid the hard haps which have befallen me of late.  Besides it was dull in there, and I must needs try to win a little mirth out of kith and kin.”

“So be it, lad,” quoth Ralph kindly, “thou didst ask and I told, and all is said.”

“Yet forsooth,” said Hugh, “thou hast given me marvel for marvel, brother.”  “Even so,” said Ralph, “and hereafter I will tell thee more when we sit safe by the wine at Upmeads.”

Now cometh back one of the fore-riders and draweth rein by Ralph and saith that they are hard on a little thorp under the hanging of the hill that was the beginning of the Down country on that road.  So Ralph bade make stay there and rest the night over, and seek new tidings on the morrow; and the man told Ralph that the folk of the thorp were fleeing fast at the tidings of their company, and that it were best that he and some half score should ride sharply into the thorp, so that it might not be quite bare of victuals when