"Danger to you, my lord!"
"To me, my child? Who can be dangerous to me?"
"Maulfry and Galors. Maulfry most of all."
"Maulfry? Maulfry?" he echoed. Ah, the lady!
She told him everything that had passed from the hour she left Gracedieu, and even Prosper could not but see that she had had one thought throughout and one stay. Maulfry's smiling treachery had shocked her to the soul; but the very shock had only quickened her alarms about his safety. He could not avoid the reflection that this startled creature loved him. Prosper would have been more grateful than he was, and more shrewdly touched, had he not also felt astonishment (tinged, I think, with scorn) that any one should be anxious about his conduct of the war. Women's ways! As if a man-at-arms did not live in danger; and for danger, pardieu. He did not show any of this, nor did he leave the girl's hand. Besides, the affair was very interesting. So he heard her to the end, adding nothing by way of comment beyond an occasional "Good child," or "Brave girl," or the wine cup to her dry lips. Seeing too how deeply her alarms had sunk into her, he had tact enough not to let her guess his intent, which very nakedly was to follow up Galors towards Goltres or Wanmeeting. Upon this matter he contented himself with asking her one question—whether she had ever heard speak of a knight called Salomon de Born? The answer made him start. Isoult shook her head.
"I never heard of him, my lord; but I know that Dom Galors' name is De
Born."
"Hum," said Prosper; "he has taken all he can get, it appears. And does he still carry the shield and arms he had before?"
She told him, yes; and that all his company carried his colours, black and white, upon their banneroles and the trappings of their horses.
"In fact our monk sets up for a lord—Messire Galors de Born?"
"So he is named among his men, lord," said Isoult.