"Sir, by the faith which is your due, if I held not your cup within my hand, I should believe it to be the cup that the sick man beareth even now, for they are alike in workmanship and height."
And Amile said to him—
"Go quickly, and bring him hither to me."
When the leper was come before his comrade, Amile inquired of him who he was, and how he came to own such a cup.
"I am of Castle Bericain," said he, "and the cup was given me by the Apostle of Rome who baptized me."
When Amile heard these words he knew within himself that this was Amis, his comrade, who had delivered him from death, and given him the daughter of the King of France as dame. So at once he fell upon his neck, and began to weep and lament his evil case, kissing and embracing him. When his wife heard this thing she ran forth with fallen hair, weeping and making great sorrow, for she bore in mind that this was he who had done judgment on Arderay. Forthwith they set him in a very fair bed, and said to him—
"Tarry with us, fair sir, until the will of God is done on you, for all that we have is as thine own."
So he dwelt with them, he and his two men-at-arms likewise.
Now on a night when Amis and Amile lay together in a chamber, without other company, God sent Raphael, His angel, to Amis, who spake him thus—
"Amis, sleepest thou?"