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“See what, master?” quoth Arnold: “what! here cometh an ape in gay raiment; belike the beast of
some jongleur. Nay, by God’s wounds! ’tis a man, though he be exceeding mis-shapen like a
very devil. Yea and now there cometh a pretty maid going as if she were of his meney; and lo!
here, a most goodly and noble lady! Yea, I see; and doubtless she owneth both the two, and is of
the greatest of the folk of this fair city; for on the maiden’s ankle I saw an iron ring, which
betokeneth thralldom amongst these aliens. But this is strange! for notest thou not how the folk
in the street heed not this quaint show; nay not even the stately lady, though she be as lovely as a
goddess of the gentiles, and beareth on her gems that would buy Langton twice over; surely they
must be over-wont to strange and gallant sights. But now, master, but now!”


“Yea, what is it?” said Walter.


“Why, master, they should not yet be gone out of eye-shot, yet gone they are. What is become of
them, are they sunk into the earth?”


“Tush, man!” said Walter, looking not on Arnold, but still staring down the street; “they have
gone into some house while thine eyes were turned from them a moment.”


“Nay, master, nay,” said Arnold, “mine eyes were not off them one instant of time.”


“Well,” said Walter, somewhat snappishly, “they are gone now, and what have we to do to heed
such toys, we with all this grief and strife on our hands? Now would I be alone to turn the matter
of thine errand over in my mind. Meantime do thou tell the shipmaster Geoffrey and our other
folk of these tidings, and thereafter get thee all ready; and come hither to me before sunrise to-
morrow, and I shall be ready for my part; and so sail we back to Langton.”

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Therewith he turned him back into the house, and the others went their ways; but Walter sat
alone in his chamber a long while, and pondered these things in his mind. And whiles he made
up his mind that he would think no more of the vision of those three, but would fare back to
Langton, and enter into the strife with the Reddings and quell them, or die else. But lo, when he
was quite steady in this doom, and his heart was lightened thereby, he found that he thought no
more of the Reddings and their strife, but as matters that were passed and done with, and that
now he was thinking and devising if by any means he might find out in what land dwelt those
three. And then again he strove to put that from him, saying that what he had seen was but meet
for one brainsick, and a dreamer of dreams. But furthermore he thought, Yea, and was Arnold,
who this last time had seen the images of those three, a dreamer of waking dreams? for he was
nought wonted in such wise; then thought he: At least I am well content that he spake to me of
their likeness, not I to him; for so I may tell that there was at least something before my eyes
which grew not out of mine own brain. And yet again, why should I follow them; and what
should I get by it; and indeed how shall I set about it?


Thus he turned the matter over and over; and at last, seeing that if he grew no foolisher over it,
he grew no wiser, he became weary thereof, and bestirred him, and saw to the trussing up of his