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'Twere as easy to woo the snow-dame that we shaped last winter in
our castle yard. I did but ask her yesternight for her green
veil, that I might bear it as a token or lambrequin upon my helm;
but she flashed out at me that she kept it for a better man, and
then all in a breath asked pardon for that she had spoke so
rudely. Yet she would not take back the words either, nor would
she grant the veil. Has it seemed to thee, Alleyne, that she
loves any one?"
"Nay, I cannot say," said Alleyne, with a wild throb of sudden
hope in his heart.
"I have thought so, and yet I cannot name the man. Indeed, save
myself, and Walter Ford, and you, who are half a clerk, and
Father Christopher of the Priory, and Bertrand the page, who is
there whom she sees?"
"I cannot tell," quoth Alleyne shortly; and the two squires rode
on again, each intent upon his own thoughts.
Next day at morning lesson the teacher observed that his pupil
was indeed looking pale and jaded, with listless eyes and a weary
manner. He was heavy-hearted to note the grievous change in her.


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