Fulk de Lisle turned to go. This was work that pleased him. The Forest had been dull and law-abiding for many months.
“Wait!”
Fulk faced about.
“My lord?”
“How do you think to know the girl when you see her?”
“They say she is dark and vixenish, with eyes that bid a man stand back, a well-favored wench.”
“Tush! Any pretty jade would do for you, man!”
“Oldham, the archer, can recognize them both.”
“He cannot be in three places at once, Sir Fulk de Lisle.”
“He shall go with me. Swartz and Rich shall have orders to take and bring in any likely looking damsel.”