'Nay, my lord, but the man in you is awake, and not to leave you.

You shall go because you are the king's son, and I shall pray for the new king.' So she beat him, and had him weeping terribly, his face in her lap.

She wept no more, but dry-eyed kissed him, and dry-lipped went to bed.

'He said Yea that time,' records the Abbot Milo, 'but I never knew then what she paid for it.

That was later.' He went next morning, and she saw him go..