"Cold!" stammered Beltane, "cold? Indeed no, lady."
"Yet dost thou tremble!"
"Nathless, I am not cold, lady."
"Then wherefore tremble?"
"Nay, I—I know not. In sooth, do I so, lady?"
"Verily, sir, and therewith sigh, frequent and O, most dolorous to hear!"
Now at this, my Beltane finding naught to say, straightway sighed again; and thus they rode awhile, speaking nothing.
"Think you we are safe, messire?" she questioned him at last.
"Tis so I pray, lady."
"Thou hast done right valiantly to-night on my behalf," says she. "How came you in at the window?"