She is tired of those old weeds of Redwald's.

We must fit him out afresh in the morning, and then she will listen maybe." He was so pleased with this boyish wisdom of his own, being fully persuaded that he was right, that he and I must ride together to Chichester with morning light, and find new gear for me.
"We roll in riches since you fell into the pit," he said, when I would pay for what I had with my last piece of gold.

"And you must keep that one; there are more due to you yet as I think." Nor would he be denied in this, and it is not a warrior's part to take an earl's gifts grudgingly.

And when I fairly shone in bright array from head to foot, he must needs add a wonderful round brooch, silver and gold wrought, with crimson garnets at the ends and in the spaces of the arms of a cross of inlaid pearl and enamel, such as one seldom sees.
"It is a Kentish brooch," he said, "so shall men know that you are a friend of the earls of Kent and Sussex." That was an earl's giving indeed, but Godwine is ever open handed, and I am not alone in learning how he will give.
"Now we must go back, and you shall seek this damsel again since old Relf is so set thereon.

As for you, it is likely that you have had trouble enough with her already, and will care little if she will not come," he said, and looked me over from head to foot as we stood outside the chapman's house in the wide place where the four roads cross in Chichester town.
"My faith!" he added, "I believe that even Emma the Cat would mind what you told her now!" "Lord earl," said I, "you will make me vain." "Earl, forsooth!" he cried, "the clothes have made you mighty courtly all at once.