There he bethought him of his sick groom, and asked Nicholas for news of him.

Nicholas reported the fellow to be much as he had been, whereupon Sir Oliver took up a cup and brimmed it with the steaming posset.
"Take him that," he said.

"There's no better medicine for such an ailment." Outside fell a clatter of hooves.
"Here be Master Lionel at last," said the servant.
"No doubt," agreed Sir Oliver.

"No need to stay for him.

Here is all he needs.