“This is a fool’s business. I can make nothing of it, save that I was a fool to give up my sword.”
“You think that?”
“I have said so.”
“Then I made you act like a fool?”
“So it seems. For the rest, I can see no sense in anything. And if it is a jest it is the dullest one I ever heard of.”
She regarded him with intent and curious eyes, and, unbuckling the sword, laid it across her knees.
“See, here lies your sword. Stretch out your hand and take it, and I’ll neither stir nor cry out.”
For the first time since she had come to sit under the yellow broom Fulk looked straight into her face.
“More tricks!”
“Fulk of the Forest, I play fair. Take your sword and rush out against these fellows yonder. But, before your hawk’s pride flies in the face of Fate, listen.”