H. C. Bailey

“ And Sir Walter, having talked of all Europe, praised the high woods of Surrey. "This land that I hold is best tome," and he quoted Latin verse.
"Happy man, you," quoth the King. "And blither land I know none in my realm who know it well. What says wise Bran, who knows more than I know?"
"All land is good to a landless man," said Bran with his mouth in a pasty. ”

“ Through the forest a woman came in a man's arm. She was something the taller, a big creature deep-bosomed and strong, but still in the first of her womanhood. She was very fair and blue-eyed and the plaits of hair that hung over her bosom silvery yellow. ”

“ Go your way," and he turned and went in and Sir Gilbert rode off more furiously than he came.
"As old as I am I grow no wiser," Sir Walter took counsel with himself. "I should not have told the fellow I had spared him. Such an oaf is he he would not have known else. And now he will never forgive me." And the good man was disturbed. The chance of fighting Gilbert pleased him, but to quarrel was weariness and by the cause of the quarrel he was puzzled. Churl or outlaw might risk his head to kill deer, but that churl or outlaw should shoot with Betchworth bolts was out of reason. ”

“ If you mean ill, you will sup on ill."
"My lady is Ursula, the daughter of Siward of the Hatch."
"And Monseigneur Walter is son of Sir Walter of Betchworth. And King Cophetua he did wed a beggar maid. But that was in the old time before and——"
"No beggar she is, but a most fair wise lady. And her I will wed or I will wed none. But we must be secret yet. If my father hears suddenly that I go wooing her, he will break out upon us."
"Do you mean good faith, cousin?" Bran said. ”