“Yes,” answered the Sire.
“But above all,” said she, “he has shown us his divine grace by giving us such good and brave children.”
“True,” answered the Sire.
“For,” said she, “nowhere could you find a young man more valiant, courteous, gentle, and fitter to uphold our name than Toon, our son.”
“Yes,” said the Sire, “he has saved my life in battle.”
“But,” said his lady, “he has this fault, that he is so scant of words that we scarce know the tone of his voice. He is well called the Silent.”
“There is better worth to a man,” said the Sire, “in a good sword than in a long tongue.”
“Here I see you, my lord,” said the lady, “pent up with your reflections, for sadness and gravity are the lot of old age, but I know well a certain maid who would smooth out your forehead and set you laughing.”
“’Tis possible,” said the Sire.
“Yes,” said she, “it is certainly possible, for when Magtelt our daughter comes into this room, I shall see my lord and husband turn happy at once.”