He threw the chain to the guide, sprang out, and going behind a willow tree, slipped into his clothes, and as he dressed he talked.
“I had to swim over. Not a soul has been there. You will find mead and wine in the buttery, flour and salt meat in the kitchen, herbs and green stuff in the garden, fowls and eggs in the yard and stables. If you must fast you can fish in the pool. How does it please you, Sir Godamar? Can your page cook?”
The page answered for himself.
“I can cook, squire, as well as I can say my prayers.”
“Noble child! A merry jest to you. Shall I take Master Numskull back with me?”
Fulk laughed, glancing at Isoult.
“Yes, take him, friend Cavendish.”
“If I am brisk I shall make Guildford before it is too dark to see. How many miles, Jock?”
“Nine, lording.”
“We shall do it, and have time to help with the horses. Jock is a wonder on his legs.”