“It is you for sleeping! Why, 'tis high noon.”  
“It was a blessed sleep,” said Gerard; “methinks Heaven sent it me. It hath put as it were a veil between me and that awful night. To think that you and I sit here alive and well. How terrible a dream I seem to have had!”
 
“Ay, lad, that is the wise way to look at these things when once they are past, why, they are dreams, shadows. Break thy fast, and then thou wilt¹ think no more on't. Moreover, I promised to bring thee on to the town by noon, and take thee to his worship.”
 
Gerard then sopped² some rye bread in red wine and ate it to break his fast: then went with Denys over the scene of combat, and came back shuddering³, and finally took the road with his friend, and kept peering through the hedges, and expecting sudden attacks unreasonably⁴, till they reached the little town. Denys took him to “The White Hart”.
 
“No fear of cut-throats here,” said he. “I know the landlord this many a year. He is a burgess, and looks to be bailiff. 'Tis here I was making for yestreen. But we lost time, and night o'ertook us—and—
 
“And you saw a woman at the door, and would be wiser than a Jeanneton; she told us they were nought⁵.”
 
“Why, what saved our lives if not a woman? Ay, and risked her own to do it.”
 
“That is true, Denys; and though women are nothing to me, I long to thank this poor girl, and reward her, ay, though I share every doit in my purse with her. Do not you?”
 
“Parbleu.”
 
“Where shall we find her?”
 
“Mayhap the ald............