trusses and let it flow down. But he spake to her in a
pleasant voice, and said: "May I speak to thee, maiden?"

Fear was yet in her soul, so that she might not speak for a
little, and then she said: "O, I beseech thee, bring me not
back to Greenharbour!" And she paled sorely as she spake the
word.

But he said: "I wot not of Greenharbour, how to find the
way thereto, though we have heard of it. But comfort
thyself, I pray thee, there is nought to fear in me."

The sound of his voice was full pleasant to her, and when
she hearkened him, how kind and frank it was, then she knew
how much of terror was blent with her joy in her newly-won
freedom and the delight of the kind and happy words. Yet
still she spoke not, and was both shamefast and still not
altogether unafraid. Yet, sooth to say, though his attire
was but simple, he was nought wild or fierce to look on.
From time to time she looked on him, and then dropped her
eyes again. In those glances she saw that he was grey-
eyed, and smooth-cheeked, and round-chinned, and his hair
curly and golden; and she must needs think that she had
never seen any face half so fair. He was clad but in a
green coat that came not down to his knees, and brogues were
tied to his feet, and no more raiment he had; and for hat he
had made him a garland of white may blossom, and well it sat
there: and again she looked on him, and thought him no
worse than the running angel that goes before the throne of
God in the picture of the choir of Meadhamstead; and she