is instead
of her
captivity;
and I tell
thee it is
by that
only I may
make her
joyous.
And now
one word:
thou that
criest out
For the
Tofts in
battle art
not
altogether
unfriended,
meseemeth."
Christopher
looked up
proudly
and
fiercely:
he said:
"Forsooth,
Lord, my
friends
are good,
though
thou
callest
them
wolf-heads
and
gallows-meat."
"Champion,"
said the
Earl,
laughing,
"that may
well be
sooth; and
there are
a many ups
and downs
in the
world.
Bethink
