There was a strong guard at the gate, which was closed, and far off to the westward there twinkled a red fire or two on hill peaks.

They were the watch fires of the Welshmen, and I suppose they looked at the bright glare from the palace windows as I looked at their posts.
In the little chapel the lamp burned as ever, but no one stirred near it.

I thought I would find Father Selred in our lodging, and turned that way; and as I passed the corner of the chapel I met a man who was coming from the opposite direction.
"Ho!" he said, starting a little; "why, it is the Frank.

What has led you to leave the hall so early ?" Then I knew that it was Gymbert the marshal.
"I might ask you the same," I said, laughing.

"I have not learned to keep up a feast overlong in the camps of Carl, however, and I was for my bed." "Nay, but a walk will bring sleep," he said.