The Silent answered:
“She will come whither none looks to see her: whom God leads he leads well.”
“Sir,” said the lady Gonde to Roel, “you hear what he says; she has gone to Halewyn, and ’tis this wicked son that gave her leave.”
Sir Roel going to Toon:
“Son,” said he, “we had here but one joy, that was our Magtelt. Thou hast abused thy privilege in giving her leave to go thither. If she comes not back to us by nightfall I will curse thee and banish thee from my house. May God hear me, and take from thee, in this world bread and salt, and in the other thy portion in Paradise.”
“God,” said the Silent, “will guide the sword. Whosoever has done wrong, on him let fall the punishment.”
Gonde began crying out, weeping and making dole. Roel bade her be silent, and sent a goodly troop of men-at-arms in the direction she had taken.
But they came back without having seen anything of Magtelt, for they had not dared to go into the territory of Halewyn by reason of the spell.