‘Would you love to be revenged?’
But he set his teeth, and pulled at the skirt of his surcoat, as hardly for his passion he said, ‘Yes.’
‘Then,’ I said, ‘I will go and try to slay this knight, if you will show me the way to La Haute Garde.’
And he, taking my hand, said, ‘O glorious knight, let us go now!’ And he did not ask who I was, or whether I was a good knight, but began to go down the stairs at once, so I put on my armour and followed him.
And we two set forth alone to La Haute Garde, for no man else dared follow us, and I rejoiced in thinking that while Guy was sitting at the King’s table feasting, I was riding out to slay the King’s enemies, for it never once seemed possible to me that I should be worsted.
It was getting light again by then we came in sight of High Gard; we wo
