“See, goodwife,” said Hilarius, “I will go buy thee food and come again.”
She looked at him doubtfully.
“So said another, and he never came back.”
“Nay, but perchance some evil befell him,” said gentle Hilarius.
“Well, I will trust thee.” She went in and returned with a few small coins. “’Tis all I have. Tell no man whence thou art, else they will hunt thee from their doors.”
Hilarius nodded, took the money, and ran as fast as he could go in the direction of the village.
The woman watched him.
“Is it fear or love that lends him that pace?” she muttered, as she sat down to wait.
It was love.
Hilarius entered the village discreetly, and adding the little money he had to the woman’s scanty store, bought bread, a flask of wine, flour and beans, and a jug of milk.