"It is right welcome," said the knight.
"And you, sir, what is your name?"
"John, my name is Robert."
"Sir Robert, join me to your company as squire, and I will serve you to the utmost of my power."
"John, so would I do gladly, but I have so little money in my pouch, that ere three days are gone I must sell my very steed; therefore I may take no squire."
"Sir," said John, "be not troubled thereat, for God will provide, if so it seems good to Him. But where are you set to dine?"
"John, my dinner is a simple business, for I have nothing in my purse save three sous of Paris."
"Sir, be not troubled thereat, for on my part I have with me nearly ten pounds of Tournay money, and these are as your own, since your wallet is not heavy to your wish."
"Fair friend, thanks, and thanks again."
The two comrades rode at a brisk pace to Montlhery, where John found meat for his lord, and they ate together. When they had eaten they sought their chamber, the knight lying in a fair bed, and John sleeping in another, at his feet. Refreshed with sleep, John rose and did the harness upon their horses, so they mounted and passed upon their way. Journeying thus at last they lighted at Marseilles upon the Sea, but to their grief they might not hear the rumour of any war. There for the time my story ceases to speak of the two of them, and returns to Messire Raoul, that false knight, who, by leasing, had wrongly gained the land of Sir Robert.