But Martimor stood in a muse; then said he, “May a knight have his free will and choice of castles, where he will abide?”
“Within the law,” said Lancelot, “and by the King’s word he may.”
“Then choose I the Mill,” said Martimor, “for here will I dwell.”
“Freely spoken,” said Lancelot, laughing, “so art thou Sir Martimor of the Mill; no doubt the King will confirm it. And now what sayest thou of ladies?”
“May a knight have his free will and choice here also?” said he.
“According to his fortune,” said Lancelot, “and by the lady’s favour, he may.”
“Well, then,” said Sir Martimor, taking Lirette by the hand, “this Maid is to me liefer to have and to wield as my wife than any dame or princess that is christened.”
“What, brother,” said Sir Lancelot, “is the wind in that quarter? And will the Maid have thee?”
“I will well,” said Lirette.
“Now are you well provided,” said Sir Lancelot, “with knighthood, and a castle, and a lady. Lacks but a motto and a name for the Blue Flower in thy shield.”