On the morrow early was Jack of the Tofts dight for departure, with Christopher and David and Gilbert and five score of his best men. But when they went out of the porch into the sweet morning, lo! there was Goldilind before them, clad in her green gown, and as fresh and dear as the early day itself. And Jack looked on her and said: “And thou, my Lady and Queen, thou art dight as thou wouldst wend with us?”
“Yea,” she said, “and why not?”
“What sayest thou, King Christopher?” said the Captain.
“Nay,” said King Christopher, reddening, “it is for thee to yea-say or nay-say; though true it is that I have bidden her farewell for two days’ space.” And the two stood looking on one another.
But Jack laughed and said: “Well, then, so be it; but let us get to the way, or else when the sweethear
