"Yet, tell me where I shall hear of you; and take note where you shall hear of me.

For I will back to London--" "To your love," said he, with a sigh.

"So be it.

You shall hear of me there, Humphrey." "And, before we part," said I, taking his great hand, "swear me an oath, Ludar, that you will not forget me." He flung my hand away impatiently.
"Do you take me for a knave, brother?
I swear to you, that next to my Queen, my father, and the memory of her who once loved me, you have the chiefest right to say, 'Ludar, help me,' and if I forget you, 'twill be that I have forgotten I am a man." That comforted me vastly, and I too made my vow.
"Next to my Queen," said I, "and no one besides, you are still my master; and my life goes for nothing, so it shall serve you and her you love, who, I am sure, is true to you still, and waits for you somewhere, whatever men say." He gripped my hand hard at that; and, sorrowful as it was, we loved one another the more at that parting than ever before.
Next day we landed.

Captain Fortescue, suspecting me to be no friend to him or his cause, was in haste to reach Carlisle, and shortened our leave-taking in consequence.