“Stay. I want to understand. You carried me, all by yourself, from the wood; is it so?”
“Ay.”
“And no one knows where I am, or that you found me?”
“No. I went down to the wood again and brought back your coat and your sword and scabbard and your gloves. I forbade my people to speak. None of the great folk know you are here.”
“And you nursed me?”
“Ay.”
“Was I long ill?”
“Fourteen days.”
“I have been near death, have I not?”
“You have, indeed.”