And the Lady Ysolinde came to the door in a light robe of silk and gave me her hand to kiss.

But though I said: "A sweet sleep and a pleasant, Helene!" no voice replied.

Which I took very ill, seeing that I had done naught amiss that I knew of.
Then Jorian, Boris, and I made us comfortable for the night, and, being instructed by Boris, I set my straw, with the foot of my bundle to the door, which opened inward upon us.

Then, putting my sword by my side and my other weapons convenient to my hand, I laid me down and braced my feet firmly against the door, thus locking it safely.
Jorian and Boris did the same at the other entrances, and before the former went to sleep he arranged a tall candle that had been placed unlighted before a little shrine of the Virgin (for, in name at least, the folk were not wholly pagan) and lighted it, so that it shed a faint illumination down the long passage in which we were bestowed, and on the inner door of the ladies' apartment.
And though I was far from being in love, yet the thought of the wandering damsels, both so fair and so far from home, moved me deeply.

And I was in act to waft a kiss towards the door when Jorian caught me.
"What now ?" he said; "art at thy prayers, lad ?" "Aye, that am I," said I, "towards the shrine of the Saints' Rest." Now this was irreverent, and mayhap afterwards we were all soundly punished for it.