“You be marvellous woman an’ you do,” answered he.
“Judge you. You have chosen that hour to speak with the King, and to endeavour the opening of his eyes. For Queen Isabel or my Lord of March to enter should spoil your game. Sir John de Molynes is he that shall give you notice if such be like to befall, and I am to signify the same to him.”
Right at that minute I had to take a volt (jump), and turn to the right round Sir John Neville. When I returned back to my partner, saith he, so that Sir John could hear—
“Dame Cicely, you vault marvellous well!”
“That was not so ill as might have been, I reckon,” quoth I.
“Truly, nay,” he made answer: “it was right well done.”
I knew he meant to signify that I had guessed soothly.
“Will you try it yet again?” saith he.
“That will I,” I said: and I saw we were at one thereon.
“Good,” saith he. “I reckoned, if any failed me at this pinch, it should not be Dame Alice’s daughter.”