It was one Ascension Day that the King was at Cardoil. He was risen little right to make joy." sit beside her, and looked at her in the face and saw that the tears "Certes, Lady," saith the King, "No will have I to do largesse nor "Sir," saith she, "You are right. I have seen on this high day, or on "Sir," saith the Queen, "And were you to go to the chapel of S. were falling from her eyes. them. Now every day are so few therein that much shame have I thereof, "Certes, Lady, I do not." "Sir," saith she, "And I weep, good right have I; and you yourself have and the love of my friends." looked and saw the Queen that was seated at a window. The King went to adventure only, methinketh that on your back-repair you would again lest God hath put you into forgetfulness." "Lady," saith the King, "And willingly will I go, forasmuch as that you from meat and went through the hall from one end to the other, and ask counsel of God but he would give it for love of him so he asked it other days that were not less high than this, when you have had such nor no more do no adventures befal therein. Wherefore great fear have I have your desire of well-doing, for never yet did none discounselled feebleness of heart. And by this know I well that I lose my knights of a good heart." say have I heard well witnessed in many places where I have been." Augustine, that is in the White Forest, that may not be found save by "Lady," saith the King, "What aileth you, and wherefore do you weep?" throng of knights at your court that right uneath might any number aught that turneth to honour. Rather is my desire changed into