“Three men?” cried Melissa, starting.
“Aye, lady—and six men than three!”
“There was such an one, Fool, in truth a very brave man, did fight three of my Lord Agramore's foresters on my behalf. Dost know of such an one, Fool?”
“Methinks he is my comrade, Lady.”
“Thy comrade—in truth? Then, pray you, speak me what seeming hath he.”
“Ill, lady.”
“How so, Fool?”
“A great, fierce rogue is he, unlovely of look, bleak of eye, harsh of tongue, hooked of nose, flinty of soul, stony of heart, of aspect grim and manners rude!”
“Then, verily, thy comrade have I never seen!” quoth Melissa, flushing and with head up-flung. “He that saved me is nothing the like of this.”
“And yet,” said Jocelyn slyly, “'tis thus he hath been named ere now!”